Author has written 32 stories for Adam-12, Route 66, Emergency, Twister, Public Enemies, and Gone with the Wind.
UPDATE: New Emergency! story posted here. It's a Chet Kelly story and the premise comes from some of my stories I wrote way back in the day. Like way, way back. Like when I was still in high school. I decided the premise worked well for Chet, so I'm tweaking them and posting them. It's open-ended with no set amount of chapters or finish date, and since it's humor/parody, it gives the muse and me a break now and then from the darker fics I'm working on.
Louie also dived back into the Adam-12 fandom after a four year absence, working on a new story that can be found here. It's a Jean Reed story...not sure how many fans there are of Jean, but it's an interesting fic to explore.
I'm also still working on the Brice story as well. I'd hoped to have an update to it before its one-year anniversary on the site, but RL and the muse conspired to work against that goal. So please be patient with me on that one. As I've said before, it's a seriously complex plot with a seriously complex lead character, so it takes some serious time and effort to keep all the little plot threads neatly tied. Seriously. ;P I'm hoping that by kicking Louie's ass loose to work on the OTHER two fics, that'll help ease off some of the stress of writing THIS fic.
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Thank you to everyone who has read, reviewed, or favorited my stories, I appreciate it!
The photo I'm using for my avatar was taken by me from a local fire scene in February of 2002.
But down these mean streets a man must go who is not himself mean, who is neither tarnished nor afraid. He is the hero; he is everything. He must be a complete man and a common man and yet an unusual man. He must be a man of honor–by instinct, by inevitability, without thought of it, and certainly without saying it. He must be the best man in his world and a good enough man for any world. He has a sense of character, or he would not know his job. He is a lonely man and his pride is that you will treat him as a proud man or be very sorry you ever saw him. He has a range of awareness that startles you, but it belongs to him by right, because it belongs to the world he lives in. If there were enough like him, the world would be a very safe place to live in, without becoming too dull to be worth living in. The story is this man's adventure in search of a hidden truth, and it would be no adventure if it did not happen to a man fit for adventure. "The Simple Art Of Murder"–Raymond Chandler, 1934
"Don't ever mistake my silence for ignorance, my calmness for acceptance, or my kindness for weakness." -Anonymous
"Sometimes 'the majority' only means all the fools are on the same side." -Anonymous
"A good story cannot be devised; it has to be distilled. I always regard the first draft as raw material. What seems to be alive in it is what belongs in the story." —Raymond Chandler
"I don't know, I'm making this up as I go." —Indiana Jones, Raiders of the Lost Ark, 1981
“The thing about a story is that you dream it as you tell it, hoping that others might then dream along with you, and in this way memory and imagination and language combine to make spirits in the head. There is the illusion of aliveness.” -Tim O'Brien, The Things They Carried, 1990
"My dear, I don't give a damn." —Rhett Butler from Margaret Mitchell's 1936 novel Gone With the Wind
"He felt like somebody had taken the lid off life and let him see the works." —Dashiell Hammett, The Maltese Falcon, 1929
"Nick Yanov stared at the sleeping ducks in the peaceful pond and said, 'They were just policemen. Rather ordinary young guys, I thought. Maybe a little lonelier than some. Maybe they banded together when they were especially lonely. Or scared.' [Yanov] looked up at the brooding darkness, at the tarnished misty moon. There were no stars. Not even the great star could pierce that black sky. Nick Yanov stood where they had put their blankets down, close enough to the water to pretend they were with nature, here in the bowels of the violent city. He felt some light mocking rain, yet longed to stay here in the solitude, while dead leaves scraped at his feet like perishing brown parchment. Then he flipped the cigarette into the pond and heard the hiss and watched it float. He was immediately sorry he did it. Yet there was other debris on the still water and in the bushes if one used the moonlight to look closely. He didn't want to look closely. He preferred to think it was lovely and clean and pastoral here by the silent lagoon and the slumbering ducks in the icy water. Where the choirboys frolicked in the duck shit."—Joseph Wambaugh, The Choirboys, 1975
"Time takes it all, whether you want it to or not Time takes it all, bears it away, and in the end there is only darkness. Sometimes we find others in that darkness, and sometimes we lose them there again. I think about all of us. Walking our own Green Mile, each in our own time." —Stephen King, The Green Mile, 1996
"You have to dream intentionally. Most people dream a dream when they are asleep. But to be a writer, you have to dream while you are awake, intentionally." —Haruki Murakami
OTHER SITES I AM ON:
Archive Of Our Own (unaltered versions of my stories are posted here, including MA versions)
WWOMB/Squidge (unaltered versions of stories also posted here)
MarkVII Fanfiction site (fanfic site for Jack Webb's trio of shows, Dragnet, Adam-12, & Emergency!)
The Crazy World of Bamboozlepig (my blog...haven't updated much on it recently, but will eventually be posting some pictures that will go along with the "Breathe" story)
Fictionpress (essay and opinion pieces posted here, also hope to get some of my poems up on there as well)