This little project was born of a writing challenge. And like many of my projects, it kinda took on a life of its own. About Our Hero considering his own mortality, LOL. It covered the South American leg of the Circle Tour and ended with the flight home. By then he was tired. So he finally put down his pen and closed up his book. Blog It is loosely based on real even.

Friday, July 27, 2012. The low rumble of an engine made Annie look up. Her lips curved into a smile as she ducked her head to peer out the open window, the creamy lace curtains stirring with the light cross-breeze. She watched the wide rusty-blue car roll slowly up the long drive, gravel crunching beneath its tires. She heard the engine stop abrupt.

This story is one that has been rattling around in my head for a couple years now. It was inspired by a real-life celebrity encounter I experienced in the line of duty, and just kinda grew from there. Many of the places and some of the people I describe in this story are real, but the tale itself is pure fantasy.

Friday, July 16, 2010. She pulled open the heavy door and heard the faint tinkle of the bell announcing her arrival. Though she was weary the sound made her smile. She really needed to unwind; she was running on pure adrenaline and sheer force of will, having had two hours of sleep in the past two days. Neither a warm shower nor a quiet room service dinner had been able to relax her, to convince her vigilant mind to allow her body to rest. She gave him a tired smile as she lowered herself onto the suede .

Wednesday, October 6, 2010. Jon sighed and raised the glass to his lips. Tonight his beverage of choice was rum and Coke, a departure from his usual bottle of wine. He slouched back against the cushioned seat of the curved banquette, his tired blue eyes scanning the crowd beyond the velvet rope that separated the celebrities from the groupies. 8220;Damn, I love. Jon chuckled, taking another swig of his drink. Over the years he and the boys had thoroughly enjoyed the eager hospitali.

Tuesday, February 15, 2011. Jon sighed wearily as he settled into the back seat. He quickly scrubbed his hands over his face, squinting against the pressure over his eyes. Tipping his head back against the seat, he kept his eyes closed as his hands fell to his lap. He sighed again, as much from frustration as from exhaustion. He should be with his wife. She had sent him a text early this morning, telling him she would be out of contact most of the day and that she would.

Monday, November 3, 2014. A huge, rushing, unstoppable roller-coaster. This is Love, This is Life.

Thursday, November 18, 2010. An annual tradition in England, Canada, and parts of the United States when, on the night before Halloween, it is custom for people to play pranks and do mischief. A night of devilry and naughty merriment. I believe in the soul, in the magic of music, in the beauty of unconditional love . and that a little black magic never hurt anyone.