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Here is the book blurb for Painted Desert.
Sung with haunting vocals, a spares fragile melody strummed in the dark on a guitar can be one of many disguises for the lonely. Others, either victims of circumstance or of their own devices, stay hidden behind colorful masks and pretty decorations to shield their pain. Yet these masquerades hold flaws for hearts searching to heal, revealing not desolate barren souls as no more than a painted desert, but desert angels waiting to lead the lost to the light.
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Noticing the smeared lipstick on her glass of
tequila, Rae stared at the traces of red, understanding how it reflected her
life. Like the bold and brilliant shade
she wore, her life now lacked vibrancy in the transparent way the color stained
the glass. Hard years spent on the road
had worn her spirit thin, leaving her a shadow of who she once was. But night after night, the lure of the stage
proved too strong to resist. Grabbing
her guitar, she’d pour her soul out through the lyrics she’d sing, leaving her
feeling exposed and drained once her performances ended.
Was it the applause of her fans driving her
on? Hardly, she thought. Most of the roadside dives on her endless
tour were crowded with people drinking the night away taking the edge off
wasted, unfulfilling lives. Few paid
attention to her. And those who did
either found a kindred spirit revealingly sung in the messages of her country
torch songs or heckled her after downing too many shots of whiskey, or bottles
of beer.
So why keep going? She’d ask herself again and again. The answer was simple. For the last ten years, neither she nor the
members of her band had anywhere else to go.
Those few weeks when not on the road were actually the hardest to
endure. After a restless day or so spent
apart, they’d find their way back to each other and would soon be heading out,
searching for another place to play. It
never mattered where as long as there was a stage and a bar.
Running her hands through her
curly, red mane of hair while glancing at her image in the dusty mirror, Rae
sighed, knowing she should take off her makeup but lacking the energy to do
so. In truth, it was more than
that. The eye shadow, powder, and
lipstick masked the tired woman behind the disguise. With makeup, she looked thirty, her real
age. Without it, more than once, she’d
been mistaken for someone in her mid-forties.
Sometimes she thought of herself as a painted desert, pretty to look at
on the surface, but bare and desolate when seeing past the façade. Though never really a slave to vanity, she
wasn’t ready to look as old or empty as she felt.
Hearing Clint snoring on the bed,
she turned to watch his hairy chest rise and fall and his beer gut shake. Sometimes they’d have sex after her shows but
she didn’t love him and was sure he felt the same way about her. Alcohol and loneliness fueled their ten to
fifteen minutes of pretend passion. At
least he was someone to curl up next to when the air at night seemed a little
too heavy and the darkness seemed a little too black.
Hmm...there's definitely an interesting story here!
Noticing the smeared lipstick on her glass of
tequila, Rae stared at the traces of red, understanding how it reflected her
life. Like the bold and brilliant shade
she wore, her life now lacked vibrancy in the transparent way the color stained
the glass. Hard years spent on the road
had worn her spirit thin, leaving her a shadow of who she once was. But night after night, the lure of the stage
proved too strong to resist. Grabbing
her guitar, she’d pour her soul out through the lyrics she’d sing, leaving her
feeling exposed and drained once her performances ended.
Was it the applause of her fans driving her
on? Hardly, she thought. Most of the roadside dives on her endless
tour were crowded with people drinking the night away taking the edge off
wasted, unfulfilling lives. Few paid
attention to her. And those who did
either found a kindred spirit revealingly sung in the messages of her country
torch songs or heckled her after downing too many shots of whiskey, or bottles
of beer.
So why keep going? She’d ask herself again and again. The answer was simple. For the last ten years, neither she nor the
members of her band had anywhere else to go.
Those few weeks when not on the road were actually the hardest to
endure. After a restless day or so spent
apart, they’d find their way back to each other and would soon be heading out,
searching for another place to play. It
never mattered where as long as there was a stage and a bar.
Running her hands through her
curly, red mane of hair while glancing at her image in the dusty mirror, Rae
sighed, knowing she should take off her makeup but lacking the energy to do
so. In truth, it was more than
that. The eye shadow, powder, and
lipstick masked the tired woman behind the disguise. With makeup, she looked thirty, her real
age. Without it, more than once, she’d
been mistaken for someone in her mid-forties.
Sometimes she thought of herself as a painted desert, pretty to look at
on the surface, but bare and desolate when seeing past the façade. Though never really a slave to vanity, she
wasn’t ready to look as old or empty as she felt.
Hearing Clint snoring on the bed,
she turned to watch his hairy chest rise and fall and his beer gut shake. Sometimes they’d have sex after her shows but
she didn’t love him and was sure he felt the same way about her. Alcohol and loneliness fueled their ten to
fifteen minutes of pretend passion. At
least he was someone to curl up next to when the air at night seemed a little
too heavy and the darkness seemed a little too black.
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About the Author:
So you want to know about me. Of course you do. So I will indulge your curiosity—at the risk
of inciting severe boredom. I was born
in 1967 in Warren, Ohio and grew up in a rural, run-down trailer park in
Southington, Ohio, where I eventually learned that white and trash were, in
fact, separate words.
After graduating from Chalker High School I attended Kent
State University, earning a Bachelor’s of Sciences degree in International
Relations. Yes, I earned a BS and can
now BS in a most educated manner.
During my college years I enrolled in several courses that
fueled my passion for writing. But love,
marriage, fatherhood, and paying bills forced writing to take a backseat for a
number of years. Finally in October 2014, Clockwork Heart, a romantic steampunk tale
I’d written, was published. And thus my
side career as a writer began. Still
awake?
So you want to know about me. Of course you do. So I will indulge your curiosity—at the risk
of inciting severe boredom. I was born
in 1967 in Warren, Ohio and grew up in a rural, run-down trailer park in
Southington, Ohio, where I eventually learned that white and trash were, in
fact, separate words.
After graduating from Chalker High School I attended Kent
State University, earning a Bachelor’s of Sciences degree in International
Relations. Yes, I earned a BS and can
now BS in a most educated manner.
During my college years I enrolled in several courses that
fueled my passion for writing. But love,
marriage, fatherhood, and paying bills forced writing to take a backseat for a
number of years. Finally in October 2014, Clockwork Heart, a romantic steampunk tale
I’d written, was published. And thus my
side career as a writer began. Still
awake?
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