Well it’s taken a week to process the information overload, but I think my brain has finally recovered from the Writer’s Digest Novel Writing Conference in Los Angles last weekend. The Westin Bonaventure Hotel was an amazing venue and the amount of information available was overwhelming! Getting to meet other authors and hear their stories of suffering and triumph gave me new inspiration to continue down my chosen path.

Since returning, I’ve managed to complete two more chapters in Catching Karma, the continuing saga of James McCarthy and the clan from Dugan’s Public House. Just a couple more chapters to go! I can’t wait to go back through the manuscript and apply some of the knowledge I gained from this experience.

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The Mischievous Missy Franklin

They say opposites attract, right? Well, you can't get much more opposite than James McCarthy and Missy Franklin. They come from two very different worlds, yet somehow the relationship works. Just how different are they? Take a sneak peek inside Catching Karma to find out.

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She slipped the phone back in her pocket and picked her keys up off the table. Before going out the door, she stopped and doubled back toward the desk.

“Maybe I should leave him a note.”

Missy pulled out the top drawer and shook her head. James had all of the writing instruments neatly arranged by color, size and function. Even the highlighters were lined up side by side, forming a perfect spectrum with no color out of place. As she picked up a pen and note pad, an irresistible urge came over her. She quickly swapped the red and orange markers, throwing the rainbow out of balance. With a mischievous smile on her face, she slid the drawer back in.

“That ought to drive him crazy!”

What are Will and James doing in the Bradshaw Mountains?

What are Will and James doing in the Bradshaw Mountains? Here's another peek inside Catching Karma, the new James McCarthy adventure.

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Will sighed and didn’t say another word. He sat quietly watching the fire die as he sipped his coffee and ate breakfast. James brushed his teeth and freshened up with a couple of wet-wipes before putting on a clean shirt. After Will finished his coffee, they went about the business of breaking down camp and repacking their gear. As James tightened the final strap securing the top flap of his pack, something caught his eye.
“Hey!” James pointed to the west. “Someone’s coming.”
Will jumped and spun 180 degrees as his hand landed on the gun strapped to his belt. He relaxed his stance immediately when he saw the sun glint off the gold star pinned to the man’s chest. The officer’s brown and tan uniform blended into the landscape. Had it not been for the movement of his steady gait, James might never have seen him until he was right on top them.

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