Halo, Bloggie friends! I haven't had a guest for a while... a month I think... But we've got a good one today! Mark spotted me when Robin Cain came by a couple months back and jumped IMMEDIATELY on board the Naked World Domination Plan! In fact Mark's real life Naked Antics are quite a bit more public than mine! (I'm feeling like a poser) So when he asked about talking to all o y'all fabulous people, I jumped at the chance. So without further ado... Take it away, Mark!
Mark is a Brit stranded in the Arizona desert. He was active athletically until he wrote a book and now his backside is glued to his chair writing more. Blogging naked has always been a passion, in fact I write just about everything in the altogether. No kids at home means I’m in my birthday suit just about all the time, including my nicely walled back courtyard.
Michael Renton's life seemed to end the moment he pulled the trigger sending his unfaithful wife and her lover into oblivion. On the lam, his journey takes him from rural Oklahoma to the glitz of Las Vegas. He had not however, anticipated the determined tenacity of private investigator Ian Walker, who tracks him down to northern Georgia on to the Appalachian Trail just outside of the sleepy hamlet of Helen. Nine months later, however, when human remains are discovered by a hiker just off the Appalachian Trail will the White County coroner's office make the right decision?
Blood on His Hands by Mark P Sadler. Paperback: 239 pages
Publisher: Infinity Publishing (May 8, 2009)
Living With a Non-Reader:
They say opposites attract and I guess that seems to be the case with my wife and I. As an avid reader, I devour books, magazines, cereal boxes - anything with words - have been since the age of three when my pre-school teacher Mum taught me to read. As a child I spent hours with a flashlight under the sheets reading books well advanced of my tender year. Both parents had an eclectic collection of books. Mother leaned toward science fiction and animal stories, especially dogs, and Father had World War II and true crime. I read Robert Graves, Seigfreid Sassoon, John Wyndhm and Nevil Shute all by the age of ten. Math was the bane of my existence. I mean how can you have a squared! I don’t understand it to this day. Fractions and percentages, well with a struggle and a calculator I might just get close.
My wife is great with numbers; she remembers them, works with them. She has helped me buy a house, keeps track of insurance thingy stuff and all those related fields but if she cracks four books a year it’s a miracle. She says since I ‘share’ all the stuff I read with her she doesn’t need to. Now I’m happy when she reads and I guess I shouldn’t criticize her choice of novels; I suppose Luanne Rice and Tami Hoag do okay – they have written more than I have that’s for sure, but my wife hasn’t even read my novel! That’s right, you heard it here first. Again I have read portions to her so she knows the story but still, is that asking too much! I have taken to reading books aloud to her- I love to do the voices and accents - and we recently read Rebecca (my mother was amazed, “think of that, a woman almost fifty who’d never heard of Manderley”) and she enjoyed it so I’ll have to pick out another one soon.
I shouldn’t complain I suppose. After all when she asked me where I wanted to go for my fiftieth birthday and I chose a nudist resort she didn’t mind at all - see there are some things we can both agree on!