My major influences are my parents who no longer grace the physical world. I suppose this is where I tell you my unique qualities. Unfortunately, words can only describe very little of the human mystique. This is the conundrum; words are all writers have to explain all there is. It’s not enough but I enjoy the challenge of trying to put all I see and feel into my writing. If this sounds weird I must be doing something right. My ultimate goal is to be happy and at peace in this moment, all I have is right now and I choose to be happy.
My favorite book is: Johnny Got His Gun by Dalton Trumbo. I read it when I was a teenager and it scared the hell out of me. It’s funny, I’ve seen a thousand movies about the atrocities of war but nothing stamped the indelible scars of war in my mind like that book. It should be required reading to all high school students.
My favorite actor was Paul Newman. I’m still feeling the shock of his death but at least I can tell my grandchildren what real acting talent was. My favorite athlete was the great distance runner Steve Prefontaine who lived on food stamps and died too young. He was poor and lived in a trailer and still managed to have the love and admiration of millions. “To give anything but your very best is to sacrifice the gift.” My favorite quote is from Pre. My favorite singer/songwriter is Jim Morrison, probably the most misunderstood person in rock history. A belligerent drinker but hey: Do you know anyone who makes it good drunk?
I have written one book and am working on another right now. Just trying to stay busy in these challenging economic times.
Accomplishments: It ain't bragging if you can do it!
The Young Waitress by Michael L Eads After going on several bizarre dates, Joe musters up the courage to ask out The Young Waitress at his favorite restaurant. His life is transformed from strange to insane as The Young Waitress puts Joe in a trance—his life spiraling out of control.... Amazon.comAmazon.co.ukAmazon Kindle StoreRed San Publishing
Short Stories The Train Set--Crazy Eddie by Michael L Eads
EDDIE CALDWINN WAS THE CRAZIEST KID I EVER SAW. He would try anything on a dare. ... The Train Set--Kansas City, Missouri by Michael L Eads I was, 8 pounds 3 ounces. My mom had six kids and I was the biggest one. She said I hurt the most, whatever that means.... Nothing nifty about turning fifty by Michael L Eads As the late, great Betty Davis said some years ago, “Getting old ain’t for sissies.” ... Attention Wall Street protesters! by Michael L Eads The social media generation has helped create the biggest group of whiners any generation has ever seen. ... Basket Catch. by Michael L Eads See, catching the ball allowed one of your teammates’ to be released from jail. ... Broken Pop Bottles by Michael L Eads Our first day down there in July, it was 102°. It was so hot that pop bottles were exploding inside a truck that didn’t have a refrigerator. ... Michelle Bachmann is Nuts! by Michael L Eads Michelle Bachman is just another bible thumping religious fanatic.... The World in debt! by Michael L Eads The simple man has to pay and take the blame.... Leap Year at The Coffee Shop:angry through the trees by Michael L Eads The sun looks angry to me since my sister died. ... Show-off my boobs by Michael L Eads “I wasn’t trying to show-off my boobs.”... Leap Year at the Coffee Shop: Lusted For Her by Michael L Eads She wore a vanilla colored two-piece bikini that looked better than ice cream next to her long, wavy black hair and dark-tanned skin... Leap Year at the Coffee Shop: The Rain Lady by Michael L Eads She stared right into his eyes—as if to say—stay.... Leap Year at the Coffee Shop: Tight Jeans by Michael L Eads She wore tight, dark-gray jeans that fit well in all the right places. Mitch paid particular attention to her long black hair and pale-white face. ... Leap Year at the Coffee Shop: I used to be a Soldier by Michael L Eads “I used to be a soldier,” the old man said with a somber look. ... Mitch's Superpowers: Blazing Speed by Michael L Eads Buster had the superpower every kid wanted, blazing speed! ... Leap Year at the Coffee Shop--The Instrument by Michael L Eads He waved not knowing if she could see him. The red umbrella slowly tilted upward. Mitch could see rain drops bounce off it. ... Mitch's Superpowers by Michael L Eads Men were walking on the moon and in America, anything seemed possible. ... 9/11:Respect ALL Americans by Michael L Eads This is from an article I wrote from my local newspaper shortly before the first anniversary of 9/11... The White Parka: Stay close to me by Michael L Eads Time slowed down and Joe started to relax. Suddenly, he put both of his hands around Natasha’s folded hands. Her eyes widened and the blue in them turned cold. ... The White Parka by Michael L Eads Joe felt a little self-conscious knowing his eyes were walking all over her. He noticed her eyes were blue and taking a stroll over him. ... The White Parka: So much like a woman by Michael L Eads “You will recognize me Joseph; I’ll be the girl wearing the white parka.”... The Young Waitress: Nothing but Trouble by Michael L Eads Joe took one look at her and just knew he had to have her... The Young Waitress: Hear her voice by Michael L Eads The optimistic side of him was excited about meeting Sandra. The cautious side of him was wondering if he was walking into a trap.... The Young Waitress: A few porn sites by Michael L Eads Joe immediately told the chat room leader to quit joking around because; after all, what would be the odds of chatting with someone from the Seattle area in a New Zealand chat room?... The Young Waitress: The First Date by Michael L Eads Too much information! ...
Poetry Christmas memory of a little boy. by Michael L Eads I know his mother will understand when I offer her son this new toy... The Twin Inside by Michael L Eads The strangest person I’ve ever known.... Identity erased! by Michael L Eads The sun looks so angry through the trees... Tell me wicked lies by Michael L Eads Tell me wicked lies; say that you’ll be true... Fate by Michael L Eads The time that's in motion.... Lust by Michael L Eads Wanting her......