I Murdered My Water Cowgirl Dream

It was in a moment of madness, a moment of spiritual mayhem, unpardonable by law of human forgivenes or compassion. It was a sin against the self and against all the self stood for.

I ... Biff Mitchell, the sad husk of humanity displayed to the left ... own the domain name watercowgirl.com.

What could any red-blooded man born of human flesh want more in life than the right to say, "Yes, I owne watercowgirl.com. Galaxies have gone to war over less. Mythologies have enacted noble deeds and created timeless heroes and heroines in the name of lesser domains.

And I owned it. It was mine. All mine! And what did I do? Why, I tried to sell it. But it was for a good cause. I wanted to sell it in the name of my art.

Turned out ... I really didn't need to sell it, after all. All I needed to do was suffer more. All I needed to do was bare my soul, swallow my pride, forgo any kind of life, go deeper into debt, neglect my health, lose all my friends, alienate my son and my daughter, kick my cat, turn my back on sobriety, lose contact with the real world, and ... well, let's not get inot the really tough stuff. In brief, I managed to complete Murder by Burger without having to sell off watercowgirl.com.

So, now I have a finished novel that nobody wants to read and a domain name that nobody wants to buy. Life is good.

Do You Want To Murder Someone?

Then take my workshop in mystery and suspense this summer at the Maritime Writer's Workshop and Literary Festival.

Here's the official bookmark for the mystery and suspense workshop. You can pick one up on the magazine rack at The Second Cup Coffee Shop at King's Place, or you can just click on the pic to the left, download it, and print it out.

Don't have the time to do the workshop? Then come out in the evenings for the readings and the wine. Take in the culture crawl. Come up to Memorial Hall for the Ghost Hunt.

It's all about the words ... and the fun.