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Hellen DeRich was sitting at the dressing table in her boudoir. She loved staying at her penthouse in Manhattan, it was so convenient and the city at night was the place to be especially in the spring. However it was time for vacation once again and the planning and arrangements had to be taken care of. This month the destination was Paris and the Chateau needed to be opened and made ready, time to call our agency, and of course the fitting at La Maison de Argent for her spring outfits. Hellen sighed quietly as she remembered that her personal dressmaker had warned her that she was gaining weight, and in all the wrong places. She shrugged the thought off and moved to the next item on the agenda, the children.

We sat in a glassed-off viewing lounge over-looking the water hole, anxiously waiting for darkness that would bring elephant and buffalo, rhino and bushbuck to sample the salt lick below our window.

Maybe even a Bongo would venture out of the surrounding giant bamboo and into the spot lights, I remember hoping. The San Diego Zoo, where I was public relations director at the time, didnt have the rare Bongo antelope, so I had never laid eyes on one.

Our overnight stop at The “Ark,” a tree-top inn high in the Aberdare Forest of Kenya in East Africa, was a highlight of that many-years-ago camera-safari - the most memorable vacation of our life, my wife and I agree.

I’d like to tell you that Dawn came fully clad out of the cleft head of Zeus…but that would be avoiding truth in favor of myth. To give you a fair answer, the character of Dawn contains a part of every woman I’ve ever known - from my own mother, to my former wife, down to the wildest tigress I ever dated. And it doesn’t stop there.

I often wish I could have seen the big gorilla’s that brought fame to the San Diego Zoo in l930-40s era.

The famous pair, Mbongo and Ngagi, was the envy of the zoo world and the first animals to be honored after their deaths with a statue in the California zoological attraction.

Born in the Belgian Congo, they reigned for a decade as the zoo’s biggest draw. The public flocked to see them, having earlier been made aware of their capture by the famous wildlife photographers Osa and Martin Johnson.

I work with the homeless here in Calgary, addiction is a word that we hear a lot of, drugs, booze, and gambling are the big three. Often addicts are plagued by other mental health issues, depression, bi-polar, and a variety of other medical terms outside of my realm of knowledge.

There have been plenty of books written about addictions, but Confessions Of A Crack Head is different, it is written by the addict, and takes us through the torrid reality of the sickness.

I’ll be blowing out 80 candles on the cake this month.

It’s one of those terrible events that can’t be avoided. The only way to avoid it is not get there.

So I’ve spent some time reflecting on where I’ve been.

And it occurs to me that I’ve been a writer (and author) for 60 of those years.

Which means I’ve cranked out millions of words, counting those penned at different career stages as a journalist, public relations man and creative writer of books and short stories.

Before you write your first sentence there are a number of important decisions that you must make. You can still start off by asking yourself what kind of book do I want to writee And what category or genre will it fit intoe If you are not sure about where you want to go with your book it may be a good idea to obtain a list of subjects that are available and popular, for example;

Diet and weight loss

Gardening

Recipe books

Marriage and relationships

Child rearing

Health and fitness

Biographies or autobiographies

The other night I was in a workshop with a lovely lady we’ll call Marie who was a cancer survivor. She began to tell different stories about her life - not just about her journey with cancer, but other parts of her world that captivated me and everyone else in the room. I said, “You should write a book!” Marie replied, “That’s what people tell me.” But it was clear Marie had no burning desire to go do that.

El Tigre is John Manhold’s first immersion into the world of novels, but it his not his first book, he has something like 6 textbooks and a lexicon in four languages under his belt. I really enjoyed El Tigre. I don’t usually get very excited about Historical Fiction, or the ‘Wild West,’ El Tigre has an allure to it though. I love history, and this book is steeped in it, John Manhold artfully melds fact with fiction. One way of looking at it is, if you buy this book you get a great work of fiction, and you will walk away afterwards understanding some very complex historical issues.

Several years back my boss’ boss walked into my office and declared me to be an outlaw-rebel-maverick. I thanked her, which was clearly not what she wanted. But what did she expect from an unbranded individual who frequently strayed from the herde

As I recall this particular issue called for me to give up on the idea of a PC on every desktop and just accept a couple of shared resources that would be placed in a public area. I kid you not. The powers that were, wanted to put two “personal” computers in a room for 30+ people to share. The absurdity of such a request was lost on these executives who held that a terminal view of mainframe processing was all the computing power that was needed (Pun totally intended).