Sunday, July 27, 2014

My Ant Farm

One morning recently, I discovered an inordinate amount of ants had decided that my driveway would make a good place to build a home. And without even asking permission, they’d moved right in—all 14, 273 of them! No, I didn’t actually count. That’s just a rough estimate.

Now, in the old days, getting rid of them would have been easy—pour about half a gallon of gasoline down the hole and strike a match! VoilĂ ! No more ants! But these days, with all the goofy laws, I’m sure that method of extermination is strictly prohibited. Besides, with all the neighbors coming out to go to work, setting a big fire in my driveway is probably not a good plan. I don’t need the fire department, police, and the EPA showing up with their SWAT Teams! But leaving the ants there, to continue building tunnels and mounding up sand while their population of 14,273 increased to double that or more, was not an option.

The problem is, most of the methods I know of exterminating ants are likely illegal. Actually, a lot of things I know in general are probably illegal. When I was growing up, and learning how to deal with everyday problems, we didn’t have an insane bunch of bureaucrats to over-regulate everything under the sun. Back then, if we’d had half of the laws we do now, I’d have probably been a seasoned criminal by age 12!

Sure, there are many products available that promise to get rid of ants or solve other household problems. The problem is, they don’t work. Not effectively. For instance, the new and improved “environmentally safe” weed killers have to be sprayed multiple times. Once used to do the trick. But that was the old stuff. The good stuff. Unless you are a rancher or insecticide dealer, you can’t get the good stuff. This applies to many products these days, insecticides, pesticides, and more. Even paint thinner has been emasculated.

I just shake my head when I walk through the store and see all the “Environmentally safe” labels. All that label says to me is that the product more than likely doesn’t work. I get the feeling that the manufacturers are somewhere laughing at us; their impotent products are not cheap!

And so, I’m left to coming up with my own ways to solve my problems. Like the ants. Yes, I got rid of them. No, I’m not saying how. But, they’re gone. All 14, 273 of them!


Current Read
The Glade
Harmony Kent

Kathryn Treat
Allergic To Life


Bruce A. Borders is the author of more than a dozen books, including: Inside Room 913, Over My Dead Body, The Journey, Miscarriage Of Justice, and The Wynn Garrett Series. Available in ebook and paperback on iTunes, Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Kobo, Diesel Books, and Smashwords, or at Amazon Profile - Bruce A. Borders also serves as the Vice President of Rave Reviews Book Club

Sunday, July 20, 2014

"Stealing" My Own Pickup

It’s a little-known fact that I have a stubborn streak. Okay, I may have under-exaggerated that. It’s widely known. As an old song says, I Won’t Back Down, even when threatened. In fact, I’m probably more determined when threatened. Let’s just say I was incorrigible long before I knew what that word meant.

Usually, my actions are well thought out, and at least in my mind, I have a good reason for doing whatever I’m doing. No amount of correction or punishment is going to change that. Growing up, and even after, I knew beforehand what the consequences would be for most things I did. By the time I’d actually committed my “crime” I’d already weighed any likely repercussions against the benefits. It comes down to resolve. If I believe I’m right, nothing is going to make me change course.

So, with that long and drawn out preface, you’ll better understand my position and reaction when one day I was told I couldn’t have my pickup back from the service shop until after the weekend. This was a Friday and the truck had been at the dealership for warranty work for three weeks. They’d finally fixed the minor repair but insisted that I couldn’t have it back until they got paid from the manufacturer.

I’d never heard of such a thing but arguing with them proved useless. They would not allow me to take the pickup and that was that! With a smug sneer, the service manager informed me they would hold onto the key and I could check back on Monday. Then, he said if I didn’t leave, they would call the police. There it was, the threat.

Now, there’s usually a simple solution to almost anything and it wasn’t that difficult to figure out a way around my problem. I had a duplicate key at my house!

It took most of an hour for a friend and I to make the trip and by the time we returned the dealership was closed—with my pickup locked inside a fenced-in area. But locks were made to be opened and within a few minutes, I was driving the pickup off the lot. The following week, after a call by me to the corporate offices, the dealership was happy to return my other key. They even apologized for the “misunderstanding” about not permitting me to take the truck. For some reason though, they never were too pleased to see me after that.

Recently, I had a chance to drive by that car lot. Immediately, I noticed a few changes. There was a big steel automatic gate to the fenced-in area and parked in front of the gate was the service truck. Numerous signs proclaimed the lot to be under 24-hour surveillance. Apparently, I wasn’t the only one who had helped himself to his own vehicle! The new features and procedures were obviously meant to prevent this. I just smiled to myself. Sure, it would make it more difficult but I’d still probably figure out a way. After all, I do have a little stubborn streak.


Current Read
Heaven’s Waiting Room
Clare Wilson

Kathryn Treat
Allergic To Life

Bruce A. Borders is the author of more than a dozen books, including: Inside Room 913, Over My Dead Body, The Journey, Miscarriage Of Justice, and The Wynn Garrett Series. Available in ebook and paperback on iTunes, Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Kobo, Diesel Books, and Smashwords, or at Amazon Profile - Bruce A. Borders also serves as the Vice President of Rave Reviews Book Club

Wednesday, July 16, 2014

Shadow Of The Drill

Today, I am pleased to welcome Rhani D'Chae as our guest blogger. Rhani is the author of SHADOW OF THE DRILL, the first book of the Drill Series, available now on Amazon. She also has a very interesting personal story to tell, which she has shared with us here. After you read her story, be sure to check out her book.

I was diagnosed with Diabetic Retinopathy about six or seven years ago, which was followed by cataracts and glaucoma. I've had over a dozen surgeries and procedures since then and I consider them a success because I can still see. This is how I measure everything that has been done; not by how much better my sight is, but by how much worse it isn't. None of my doctors have given me much hope that my eyes will significantly improve but I'm okay with that, as long as I have enough sight to function. I think a lot of my animosity toward being completely blind is because I have a flash drive with over sixty works in progress and I have no idea of how to finish them without sight. I know, with technology being what it is today, that there must be a way. I just don't know what that way might be.
I have 20/400 vision in my left eye and not much better in what I laughingly call my 'good' eye. When I type, I bump my font up to 'theater marquee' and use an array of magnifying glasses in addition to my bifocals. It's a slow process, accompanied by a great deal of pretty colorful swearing and the occasional throwing of whatever is within reach. The cats have learned to duck, and they're actually pretty good at it.

I occasionally get bleeds in my right eye and they completely obscure the vision for up to six weeks until the bleed clears. It's a frustrating time because the amount of sight in my left eye is enough to keep me from walking into walls and that's about it. I generally break at least one toe during a bleed and have broken my foot five or six times over the last few years. I'm clumsy on a good day but take my eye and I'm downright dangerous! If I bump my font to 48, I can still write during a bleed, but the text is fuzzy and very hard to read. Fortunately I am a touch typist, and I can usually get my seeing-eye son to help me as long as I dangle pizza in front of him. I thank God for this kid, because I would be lost without him, especially during those times when my sight is more obscured then usual. We get along fairly well, which is a good thing since I'll probably be living on his couch once my sight is completely gone. I learned long ago to never let fear dictate my life, but I do think that once my eyes are gone, fear will be much harder to control, and at that point, I'll need my son to help keep me from slitting my wrists with a butter knife.
I currently get shots in my eyes twice a month, and though I joke about the #eyeneedles, in reality they're anything but funny. And again, my vision has not gotten better; I just don't know how much worse it would be if I wasn't getting the shots.
The last year has seen my vision drastically decline but it has also given me a much greater appreciation for what I used to take for granted. I wake up each day, grateful for what I can see while trying not to focus on what I can't. It's not an easy thing to do, and I have to constantly remind myself that God doesn't afflict us with more than we can handle even though it may seem so at the time. I know that there is a plan for every life, and I just have to take it on faith that this is part of mine. My eyes will hold until they don't, and in the meantime I will enjoy each moment of my sighted life as best I can. And when my lights do go out, I ask only to be at my computer, writing something amazing

Shadow of the Drill centers around a man whose life was destroyed by violence, who then embraced violence as a means to a very brutal end. It follows Decker and Rudy as they come face to face with their oldest enemies and attempt to close that chapter of their lives. The book contains graphic violence as well as sexual situations, and is not intended for young or easily offended readers. Shadow of the Drill is the first in the Drill series and the second book, Winter of the Drill, will hopefully be completed in the next month or two.

Thank you all so much for allowing me to share a bit of my journey with you today. To follow the rest of my tour, please visit 4WillsPublishing. Bruce, you were a great host and thank you so much for having me!

RHANI D'CHAE spent her teen years bouncing between WA, OR, and OK, but has lived her adult life in Tacoma, WA. She likes to read, though she doesn't read as much as she used to due to diabetic vision loss, and is a fan of Chelsea Quinn Yarbro, Brian Lumley, and James Clavell. She loves The Walking Dead, and any zombie film with a high body count. Ms. D'Chae enjoys connecting with people on social networking sites, and loves getting feedback from those who have read her work, so please don't leave without sharing your comments.

Shadow Of The Drill by Rhani D'Chae -
"A brutal experience transformsan unproven young tough into a ruthless killing machine. For fifteen years he waited, building his body into an unstoppable weapon so that vengeance would be had through the strength of his will and the power of his hands.
On the bloodstained streets of a northwestern city the enforcer known as the Drill stalks his prey. Judge, jury, and executioner; he seeks out those who target the weak and the vulnerable, condemning them to the kind of justice that has made him a legend."


Twitter: @rhanidchae

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Sunday, July 13, 2014

Return From A Far-Away Land

If you read last week’s installment of this blog, you know that I was on vacation. I have returned now. The plane has landed; I’m home, and ready to go back to work! Ugh! Did I just say I was ready to go to work? Can’t imagine that! Maybe, I should say I’m resigned to the fact that I now must return to work. Yeah, that’s better.

Sorry, I get sidetracked easily. Back to my blog now. Yes, I have returned from the Land of Bugs, Humidity, and Flat Ground. This far-away land is better known as Wisconsin, America’s Dairyland. Thirty years ago, when my dad suddenly decided to move to the state, I thought we’d gone to a foreign country. Really! It was quite a culture shock for a guy who grew up in the West. Since I was only 17, I had to stay. Everyone said I’d adapt—I didn’t. And, shortly after my 18th birthday, I skedaddled. Then, promptly moved back three months later. I’d decided Wisconsin had something good to offer after all—the woman who is now my wife! And now, for better or worse, I am forever bound by unseen ties to that state. I ended up spending 12 years there and made a lot of memories, most of them good ones!

Visiting the place last week brought back a lot of those memories. The places my wife I dated, where we were married, the house we lived in, and where two of our kids were born, all are meaningful. And as you can probably tell, I no longer view the far-away land as a foreign country—just America with a twist. Maybe folks were right thirty years ago when they said I’d adapt. Maybe. Can’t really bring myself to laud the state with actual praise! And while I still maintain that it’s something akin to cruel and unusual punishment to suddenly be transplanted there, I will admit it’s not that bad of a place—to visit. Still don’t want to live there! I think the state is better enjoyed from a distance, like all far-away lands!


Current Read
Heaven's Waiting Room
Clare Wilson

John Priest
The Curse Of Sea Shell Cave

Bruce A. Borders is the author of more than a dozen books, including: Inside Room 913, Over My Dead Body, The Journey, Miscarriage Of Justice, and The Wynn Garrett Series. Available in ebook and paperback on iTunes, Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Kobo, Diesel Books, and Smashwords, or at Amazon Profile - Bruce A. Borders also serves as the Vice President of Rave Reviews Book Club

Monday, July 7, 2014

On Vacation

Bruce A. Borders (that's me) is on vacation this week. But dont worry, I have found a substitute blogger to carry on in my absence. You may have heard of him, his name is Bruce A. Borders! Yep, me. Since Im the only one here, I am my own substitute. Sorry, youll just have to suffer.

Here's the deal; A couple of weeks ago I was hosted as a guest blogger on author Danica Cornell's blog:
I have re-blogged that post here.

I promise I will return next week!

First, I would like to thank Danica for inviting me as a guest on her blog. I appreciate the opportunity!

Odds are, you have never heard of me. I'm not a famous writer - yet! I'm still one of those authors who write simply for the love of writing. Good thing too, or I probably would have quit years ago!

Part of the joy of writing, and usually my goal, is to make people think, or laugh, or elicit some sort of emotion, such as anger or frustration - not directed toward me, hopefully. Then, through reviews, email, and comments on social media or blogs, readers provide valuable feedback that lets me know how I'm doing in that regard. No matter their opinion, I like hearing from readers; their thoughts, and questions. And, sometimes there are lots of questions. I thought I'd answer a few of the more common ones I've received about my book, Over My Dead Body.

The question I get the most is if it's a true story. The short answer is no. But like many tales of fiction, it does have a basis in reality. I used several news stories I'd heard for the setting and the plot, then added my own details to finish out the story. As I moved forward with the rewrites and editing, the book took on a life of its own and the original stories gave way to a single narrative. This may not be the so-called correct way to write but it worked well for me.

A lot of readers also want to know if the book is based on what I would do in a similar situation. The answer to that is a definite yes! Not only is the story based on what I would do, it is exactly what I would do. That's what provided the impetus and motivation to write it.

If you haven't read the book, and are now squinting at the screen, wondering what in the world I'm talking about, here is a short description.

How far will a man go to protect his family? When the director of Child Protective Services uses his position to exact a personal vendetta in removing three-year-old Ashley from the Blakes home, Jeff Blake, a financial advisor, responds to the threats in the only way he feels he can  violently. By the end of the short encounter, three people are dead and Ashley, the daughter, is still taken and placed in temporary foster care, so the tragic fiasco gained Jeff nothing. Or, so it seems. Matters are further complicated when Amy, the wife and mother, winds up for a brief stay in a mental ward due to the trauma she witnessed in her home. It seems as though everything is against the Blakes. Understandably, the police, as well as the Courts, are not too concerned with the needs of the family. Complete with many twists of fate, the story looks at the common problems of a typical family caught between love and the law.

I tried to write the book, especially the opening chapter, as if I were Jeff Blake. The news stories I'd heard spanned a few years so, I'd had plenty of time to consider what my response would be. That part of the book was very easy to write. Admittedly, it's probably not the wisest response and I'm under no illusion that things would not bode well for me in such an event, or anyone, for that matter, who reacted in a similar manner.

From the comments I've received, I think most readers would agree, the book describes a typical father's reaction, and initially, I marketed the book to fathers. However, thanks to feedback from readers, as well as comments from friends and family, I discovered that women, particularly mothers, connected and reacted to the book much more passionately than fathers. Not that fathers didn't like the book, or that they disagreed, but their response was more matter-of-fact. Yeah, that's what I would do too, I heard more than once - seemingly without much emotion.

Mothers, on the other hand...

Mothers were extremely emotional and far more vitriolic with their fiery reaction. They were out for blood! And calling for the head of anyone who would dare think they could use a position of so-called authority to go after a child. Remind me to never make a woman angry!

Another question that often comes up is if I plan to write a sequel. Well, originally I hadn't. I think the story definitely ended in the book. But after the response from all the female readers, I have begun to consider writing a similar book with the mother being the one who exacts the vengeance. I think there is a strong potential for quite a compelling story in that.

Problem is, I'm not a woman. Or, a mother. I'm not sure I could write through a mother's eyes. Not convincingly anyway. And I'm not sure how readers would respond. They might not be interested in a guy's portrayal of a vindictive woman. Sure, a well-known author might get away with it, but me? I'm not so certain. After all, I'm not a famous writer - yet!

Bruce A. Borders is the author of more than a dozen books, including: Inside Room 913, Over My Dead Body, The Journey, Miscarriage Of Justice, and The Wynn Garrett Series. Available in ebook and paperback on iTunes, Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Kobo, Diesel Books, and Smashwords, or at Amazon Profile - Bruce A. Borders also serves as the Vice President of Rave Reviews Book Club

Sunday, June 29, 2014


There are many kinds of breakdowns; nervous breakdowns, fiddle breakdowns, mathematical breakdowns, and of course, mechanical breakdowns. As a truck driver, it’s the last category that affects me. Recently, I’ve been plagued with a rash of them. Not on my personal vehicle, thankfully, but on my truck. In one respect, that’s good, I don’t have to pay for the repairs. On the other hand, it does cost me an awful lot of time. And, breakdowns produce more than a little aggravation.

Among the difficulties my truck has suffered are; coolant leaks, brake problems, power steering issues, lights that won’t work, blowouts, a transmission that didn’t want to change gears, airbags that wouldn’t inflate, and a bunch of other stuff. Since I drive at night, when I break down, it means even more down time than normally would be the case. I have to wake someone up, wait for them to get dressed, drive to the shop, get the parts I need, and then drive to where I’m stranded—usually quite a few miles.

In the last month, I’ve gotten home late more often than not. Hours late sometimes. This throws my schedule off but more importantly; it cuts into my personal time! I do have better things to do than work twenty-four hours a day!

So, I’m really looking forward to my upcoming vacation. Just a few more trips to make and it’ll be here. Approximately, 3575 miles. Should be a breeze—if I don’t break down!


Current Read
Heaven’s Waiting Room
Clare Wilson

Kenneth J. Kerr
The First Madam President


Bruce A. Borders is the author of more than a dozen books, including: Inside Room 913, Over My Dead Body, The Journey, Miscarriage Of Justice, and The Wynn Garrett Series. Available in ebook and paperback on iTunes, Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Kobo, Diesel Books, and Smashwords, or at Amazon Profile - Bruce A. Borders also serves as the Vice President of Rave Reviews Book Club

Sunday, June 22, 2014


The year was 1973. My father decided we were moving: from Missouri to Oregon. At six years old, this was quite an adventure for me. I vividly recall the whole thing: the packing, my dad rebuilding the engine on a Ford Galaxy 500 so it would make the trip, loading the U-Haul, and then the long drive. The drive, most of which I didn’t sleep, was apparently practice for when I got older and would spend the better part of my waking hours behind the wheel, in a semi.

The 2000-mile trip was fun. We saw a lot of sights along the way, played games in the car, and ate at McDonald’s—when we could find one (the Golden Arches were not so prevalent in those days). Strangely, it seemed that doing nothing, while riding in a car, produced quite an appetite. By the time we neared our destination however, I think all four of us; my dad, mom, brother, and me, were ready for the journey to be over. I remember finally taking the exit for the town that would be our new home. There was an old flour mill—a big white building badly in need of new paint, a downtown church with a towering steeple, and a big bright blue sign with yellow letters, trimmed in red, that simply said, “EAT.” That’s what caught my eye, the sign, rising high above a drive-in diner. And, as had become my habit on the trip, I was hungry.

My dad said we’d go find our house first, and then worry about eating. We did locate the house, and we did eat, but not at that restaurant. I think it was the next day that we got to enjoy the drive-in’s burgers. However, since our new town had no McDonald’s, we did frequent the drive-in, well, frequently—probably more often than my dad could afford. But you know kids, they just keep asking. The drive-in diner quickly became one of my favorite places to eat.

That’s been 41 years ago now. A lot of things have changed since way back then. A lot of the town has changed; buildings have been torn down and new ones built. Despite the changes, some things remain. For instance, every day, as I arrive home from work and exit the freeway, I see that same sign that I saw years ago. The color has faded, the drive-in is now gone, replaced by another restaurant, but the sign is still there! It’s how I know I’m home. Only problem is; you know how memories are associated with the senses? And how the mere sight of something can bring back the same feelings of long ago? Well, I know it may have something to do with the fact that by the time I make it home each day, I’ve been driving for about 14 hours but, every time I look up and see that sign, I’m instantly hungry!


Current Read
Heaven’s Waiting Room
Clare Wilson

Our Lady Of Victory
Shirley H. Slaughter


Bruce A. Borders is the author of more than a dozen books, including: Inside Room 913, Over My Dead Body, The Journey, Miscarriage Of Justice, and The Wynn Garrett Series. Available in ebook and paperback on iTunes, Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Kobo, Diesel Books, and Smashwords, or at Amazon Profile - Bruce A. Borders also serves as the Vice President of Rave Reviews Book Club

Sunday, June 15, 2014

OLV Remembered by Shirley H. Slaughter

This week, please join me in giving a warm welcome to my friend, Shirley H. Slaughter. Shirley is the author of Our Lady Of Victory The Saga of an African-American Catholic Community.
She is a founding member of Rave Reviews Book Club and this week's SPOTLIGHT Author. 



That was the headline that stared out at me from the “Opinion” section of the Oakland Press in my local community. As I started to read it I was struck by the content…explaining how one can be rooted in the sameness of everyday life. Going to a restaurant and always sitting at the exact same booth or table. Attending church and always sitting in the same seat week after week. If someone takes your spot you become territorial and protective of it. I talked about this same phenomenon at my church in the following…


Vondie Curtis Hall…He had a sister and a brother and they always came to church together, well dressed, and they always sat in the front row. Everyone always had a particular seat that they claimed every Sunday and so you were known by where you chose to sit—not necessarily by your name.

Gong to work every day, eating and sleeping, cleaning our surroundings…this is our Fortress of Solitude. It’s funny how habits can shape your life and how much we are creatures of habit. And we do become territorial in our routines. Just like the earth goes round and round the sun each day and night, we live by a routine and balance. If the balance is ever upset we become ill or off balance. This world of ours is so profound that we must protect it. If the balance is off just slightly, it could be catastrophic. That might explain why we become creatures of habit and rituals.


Shirley Harris-Slaughter is a Michigan native. She is a community activist having been a school board trustee in the Oak Park School District and mentored four freshmen girls in the Winning Futures Program.  Shirley loves trains, vintage clothes, and old buildings with historic significance. So it was a natural that she would write about growing up in historic Royal Oak Twp. and keep alive a catholic community that was about to lose its history and identity. It seems that everything she loved closed down and she was not about to let any of it be forgotten. Shirley joined Rave Reviews Book Club because she recognized the need to support fellow authors in order to move forward in her own endeavors. She already had a thriving relationship with like twitter followers. “We all had the same goals so it was a natural fit.”

Question:  What is your Fortress of Solitude?


Book title:  Our Lady of Victory, the Saga of an African-American Catholic Community
RRBC Seal of Excellence
Twitter Handle: @sharrislaughter

To celebrate being the spotlight author for Rave Reviews Book Club, I am giving away an autographed, Limited Edition Hardcover Copy of “OUR LADY OF VICTORY:  THE SAGA OF AN AFRICAN-AMERICAN CATHOLIC COMMUNITY.”  All you need to do is visit my blog and leave a comment there, and stop by each leg of my tour with your comments, as well.  The more stops you visit and the more you comment, the more chances you have to win. If you leave a comment on each day of my tour this week, then your name will be entered into my drawing 7 times which increases your chances of winning! (Only 1 comment allowed per stop/per day).  The person whose name is pulled via a random draw, will be the winner. It’s that simple! Restricted to US residents only. Thanks again for the support and good luck in winning!!!

Sunday, June 8, 2014

Not So Healthy?

As a commercial truck driver, I am required to have a physical every two years - an annoying hassle that comes around way too often. I don’t do the doctor thing well.

A few weeks ago, it was time for my re-certification; to make the dreaded trip to the clinic so I can get a little piece of paper to carry in my wallet that proclaims my health does not prevent me from safely operating a commercial motor vehicle. Since I still seem to need a job, I reported to the clinic.

They ran all the usual tests, eyes, ears, reflexes, and the like—and found nothing wrong. Apparently, I am a quite healthy specimen of a human. They could’ve just asked, I would have told them there’s nothing wrong with me—I suffer none of the common ailments of the typical 47-year-old male.

But that, of course, wasn’t good enough for the doctor. My age, coupled with the fact that I do not see a doctor regularly—not at all, actually, other than the irritating DOT physical every two years—seemed to concern her. My insistence that every two years was by definition, “regular” health checks didn’t impress her either.

“You really need to see a doctor more frequently,” she said.

“Why?” I wondered. “If there’s nothing wrong with me, what would be the point?” To waste my hard-earned money by giving it to someone in a white jacket so they can tell me I’m healthy, I suppose.

“Everybody needs to have regular health exams,” she insisted. “That’s the only way to ensure a healthy life.”

Right, I was thinking. ‘Cause I have so many problems now due to not seeing a doctor! No, I didn’t tell her that. Instead, I said, “You might be right. I’ll probably consider starting regular doctor visits about the same age as my dad.”

She frowned at me. “How old was he?”

I shrugged. “I’ll let you know when he starts.”

“He doesn’t see a doctor regularly?” She was aghast. “Why on Earth not?”

“Same reason I don’t,” I said. “Ain’t nothing wrong. If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it.”

The look she gave me said I had a very unhealthy approach to healthcare. “I’m going to have to sit down and calm myself after you leave,” she said, handing me my medical card.

Being the nice, considerate, and thoughtful person I am, I offered this bit of advice, “You probably shouldn’t worry so much, it’s not healthy.”

Told you I don’t do the doctor thing so well.


Current Read
Superior Peril
by Michael Carrier

Shirley H. Slaughter
Our Lady Of Victory


Bruce A. Borders is the author of more than a dozen books, including: Inside Room 913, Over My Dead Body, The Journey, Miscarriage Of Justice, and The Wynn Garrett Series. Available in ebook and paperback on iTunes, Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Kobo, Diesel Books, and Smashwords, or at Amazon Profile - Bruce A. Borders also serves as the Vice President of Rave Reviews Book Club

Sunday, June 1, 2014

A New Day At Rave Reviews Book Club

A word from the President of Rave Reviews Book Club, Nonnie Jules...

Hello, and Welcome to a NEW day at RAVE REVIEWSBOOK CLUB!  If you’ve never heard of us, you must not ever turn your computer on because we are the Virtual Book Club that everyone is buzzing about.  We’ve been around now for five (5) months and our membership has almost reached 500!  Our website is an extremely busy place…again, in five (5) months, it’s been viewed almost 43,000 times!  Boy, there must be a lot going on there for all that traffic, right?  YOU can bet your bottom dollar there is!

We aren’t your typical book club.  First, our membership is open to Authors and Readers.  Our mission is to PROFILE, PROMOTE & PROPEL INDIE AUTHORS via book sales, “honest” book reviews and name recognition.  That means, that if no one has ever heard of you before, if you’re an active member-author at RAVE REVIEWS BOOK CLUB, your name is probably on a lot of tongues now!;  second, we are here to foster an environment of positivity and support and we do an extremely good job of supporting our members; and third, we offer so many perks and privileges to ALL members which include: BOOK OF THE MONTH Winner, “SPOTLIGHT” AUTHOR, #PUSHTUESDAY winner ,and we offer writing contests and fun photo contests to help you earn some of these fabulous spots!  If you’re a Reader, how would you like your chance at winning Amazon gift cards just for referring new members who join?  And what if you’re an avid reader?  How would you like to win a $50, $100 or even a $200 Amazon Gift Card for having read the most member-author books during the year?  These are just a few of the many perks we offer at RRBC.

Some of you reading this are already aware of the fabulous club we are, so let me tell you WHY there’s a new day at RAVE REVIEWS BOOK CLUB.

When we first formed, we accepted any and everyone who submitted an application.  Then, we noticed that some of the people who were aligning themselves with us, just weren’t the right “fit” for us, so we became a bit more selective.  {We do offer an overwhelmingly huge amount of support to all our members and we do ENCOURAGE all of our members to support one another, but the ONLY real requirement of RRBC is that each member purchases, reads and reviews a minimum of 4 books per year.  Weekly, many member-authors list their books at only $.99 and some for FREE!  It has been shared with us by some members that they have completed all four of their required reads for the club for only $3.98!  UNBELIEVABLE!}.  Even with us becoming more selective, we still encountered those members who would join for one second and then turn right around a week later to say something to the effect of:  “I realize my dog is going to be sick for the next two weeks so I’m going to have to cancel my membership.” Really, some of the excuses we’ve received are so laughable and unbelievable, all you can do is stare in disbelief!

So, because our board of 8 members work extremely hard at propelling our members and constantly devising NEW plans to propel our members, we thought instead of just adding members to the roster, we’d add a second step to the process.  This little step merely asked the prospective member to return to our site, to READ OUR FAQ page FULLY and after that, “let us know if you’re sure you want to become a member.”  We did this because it is a hassle to add members to our online roster, to our internal rosters, to add and link their books to our online book catalog, to only turn around and have to remove it all.  Please believe me when I say in the voice of the very entertaining YouTube sensation, Sweet Brown, “AINTNOBODYGOTTIMEFORTHAT!” We are much, much too busy!  So, we implement yet another step in the process…on May 18, we instated a 30 day probationary period.  What this entailed was:  new members joining on or after this date, would not have their name OR their book(s) listed in our online roster and catalog, but they would still be allotted all of the other perks and privileges of membership.  If after their 30 day probationary period they were still with us, we would then add their names and books to the rosters for the world to see.  During the first 10 days of this new policy, we received almost 50 NEW member applications.  See, even with a new stipulation to our membership in place, these new people STILL wanted to join us because they’d heard the stories about how SUCCESSFUL we are in PROFILING, PROMOTING & PROPELLING our indie author members. I know, you want me to hurry and get to the BIG ANNOUNCEMENT…THE REASON THAT WE’RE REALLY HERE TODAY…THE NEW DAY AT RRBC!

Now that our membership is nearing 500 and to ensure that we are aligning ourselves with the BEST OF THE BEST and the MOST SERIOUS-MINDED INDIVIDUALS, who take what we do here seriously, we are implementing a NEW MEMBERSHIP FEE!  Beginning June 1, 2014, our annual membership fee is $25.00/per member.  THIS FEE IS FOR *NEW* INCOMING MEMBERS WHO JOIN ON OR AFTER JUNE 1ST, and current members will not be assessed a membership fee until their anniversary date.  For most of you, that won’t begin until January, 2015 or one year after your join date (which is different for everyone).

*NEW* MEMBERS:  Here is what your membership will entail:
*The listing of up to 3 of your books in our online catalog (right now, members are allotted only 1 listing for now, with the ability to add one additional in the near future);
*The ability to add 2 book covers to 2 of your titles;
*FREE 3 months of One-on-One consultations via phone calls, email or e-chat with your very own Mentor; a critique of your partially completed manuscript, which includes helpful hints and suggestions about what could make the writing better.  Right now, this service has a fee of $10 on its own;
*FREE entry into all our fee-based writing contests;
*For approved works, inclusion in our upcoming RRBC Anthology;
*Discounted rates to our future Writer’s Conferences and Book Expos;
*Our site receives upwards of 500 hits per day, and the majority of those hits are views to our Online Catalog, where member-author books are being purchased, read and reviewed; GRAND EXPOSURE FOR YOUR BOOK(S);
*Our Online Catalog is now about to be made available for download to libraries, booksellers/bookstores and shared via regular press releases; MORE EXPOSURE FOR YOUR BOOK(S)
*The possibility of being selected as BOOK OF THE MONTH, “SPOTLIGHT” AUTHOR and #PUSHTUESDAY winner has taken some of our member’s Amazon rankings from the 1 million plus mark, down to #38, #35 and as low as #22 on Amazon’s Top 100 Best Seller’s List!  See what some of our members have to say about RRBC:

Member:  LINDA MIMS“RRBC is like a slice of Heaven in the humongous publishing world. Since being accepted into this family of writers I have been welcomed and treated with respect and I have yet to complete and publish my novel. My social media accounts have grown and I have a sense of fellowship with a kindred community. I fully embrace Rave Reviews Book Club (blowing kisses to all of you)!”

Member:  TLCKIDS4915“Even if I never get a chance to be in the hot seat with RRBC, I will always be a part of this club because of the awesome people I have connected with here. These authors are among the most selfless, positive minded, and supportive people I have come across yet – from any author site I have been a part of. My followers list on Twitter has increased majorly because of the support I have found at RRBC. I truly enjoy reading and reviewing the books to return the favor!”

Member:  KINDLE NINJA“Being a ninja in a sea of talented authors, I sit and wonder what am I doing here. I have no books to share, no tours to promote, and no manuscripts for editors to scrutinize. But I have a book review blog with a cult following of 4 people (on a good day!). To support the RRBC, I added a ‘Conversations over Milk & Cookies’ segment in my blog and featured the Board members. Episode 1 pulled my blog from utter obscurity, with over 500 page views in the first two hours of posting. It’s astonishing!  Thanks, Rave Reviews Book Club!”

Member:  WENDY STORER“I am still smiling from the effects of being the lucky recipient of yesterday’s #PUSHTUESDAY initiative. I woke up to a deluge of tweets and book sales, and this continued throughout the day. I felt very supported by other RRBC members, and sold more books on than I had sold in months! Beyond this one day, I am looking forward to being connected to such a great bunch of writers and having the opportunity to support them as they have supported me. Thanks, Rave Reviewers!

I wish I could list all of the nice things members have to say about us, but you would get tired of reading so feel free anytime to pop over to the RAVE REVIEWS BOOK CLUB site and check out our “WHAT RRBC HAS DONE FOR ME page.

We’re wrapping this up now, but not before we let you in on a very special offer:  FOR a limited time only, we are offering our AWESOME membership package for only $15!!!!  That’s it……15 little one dollar bills will get you aligned with the most illustrious member-authors and readers around.  For what we do and how we do it, for the support we offer and the way we offer it, the price tag could not be afforded.  But right now, you’re able to get in at the low, low cost of only $15!  I encourage you to act now, as we don’t know when it might jump up to its original price of $25/yearly!  By imposing this fee, we will be able to now weed out the junk and align ourselves with only the best!  If you’re serious about support, if you’re serious about having the opportunity to be PROFILED, PROMOTED & PROPELLED in unimaginable ways, JOIN US NOW!

When you get there, be sure and tell ‘em Bruce A. Borders sent you!

“IT’S A NEW DAY AT RAVE REVIEWS BOOK CLUB” and we welcome you into it!!!

Monday, May 26, 2014

Memorial Day

Memorial Day. The day we remember the sacrifices of those in the Armed forces, who gave more than they should have had to give, the Veterans of Foreign Wars, and all our military personnel. On this day, we remember them with sincere thanksgiving for defending our freedom. A somber day, but also a day of parades, flag waving, and the like. A day to show your patriotism.

Oh, wait. That’s what the day used to be. Back when I was a kid. Before it became politically incorrect to support the military. These days, there aren’t too many parades. Sure, there’s still a few but nothing compared to what it was a few years ago.

No, it seems these days, Memorial Day is just another holiday. A day off work. A day of barbecues, camping, and fishing. Not that there’s anything wrong with all of that but it would be nice to see a little patriotic pride again. To see American flags flying from every house, to see a parade, or two, to show that we still remember why the day was made a holiday.

It’s not fashionable to be patriotic, not politically correct. Well, I’m not a politician so; I don’t have to be politically correct. And, I, for one, am still proud to be an American! So, on this Memorial Day, a big THANK YOU is in order.

Thank you to all who have served our country. Thank you to all the veterans of any war. Thank you to all those who didn’t return. And thank you to all of their families. Thank you all for your sacrifice.

And God Bless America!


Current Read
Superior peril
Michael Carrier

Hilary Grossman
Dangled Carat


Bruce A. Borders is the author of more than a dozen books, including: Inside Room 913, Over My Dead Body, The Journey, Miscarriage Of Justice, and The Wynn Garrett Series. Available in ebook and paperback on iTunes, Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Kobo, Diesel Books, and Smashwords, or at Amazon Profile - Bruce A. Borders also serves as the Vice President of Rave Reviews Book Club

Sunday, May 18, 2014


I’m sure everyone’s heard of the game of Chicken, a game where two guys in separate cars drive directly toward each at high speed and see who chickens out by being the first to turn the wheel. I think a better name for the game would be idiots, but that’s beside the point. No, I’ve never played the game, at least not that version.

For boys too young to drive, there is another version of Chicken; it’s played with a knife. The participants stand a few feet apart, facing each other, and barefoot. Then, they take turns throwing the knife, sticking it in the ground as close as possible to the bare feet of their opponent. Whoever flinches or moves is the loser—they are “chicken.”

I’ve always been a little stubborn, or determined as I choose to call it, especially when it comes to games and even more so for those games that might label me chicken. Having an older brother who thrived on testing me only served to steel my resolve. Which is how one day I ended up with a knife between my toes.

It’s been about 40 years ago now but I remember the scene like it was yesterday. I watched the knife flipping through the air, knowing it was headed straight for my foot. But I didn’t move. Then, I felt the steel blade against the skin of both of my toes. Still, I didn’t move. I knew if I so much as twitched a muscle, my brother would call me chicken—for the rest of my life. Couldn’t have that, knife wounds would heal. Being branded a chicken could last forever!

Looking down at the knife, I waited for what I thought would be a delayed reaction pain, but none came. And no blood appeared! The blade of the knife was positioned perfectly in the small slit of space next to my big toe. It took a few seconds to realize that I still had my toes intact, all of them! I hadn’t even been cut!

Of course, I was quite pleased with myself. No one, best of all, my brother, could say I was chicken!

My brother though, was not quite as happy with the situation as I. I suppose all he could think of was how much trouble he’d be in had he chopped off my toes. (There may have been a twinge of worry about my well being too, I guess). I can still hear him excitedly yelling, “What were you thinking? Why didn’t you move?”

I got the distinct impression he was mad at me! And he wouldn’t finish our game either, ever. We never played that game again. That was kind of a bummer. On a positive note, he couldn’t ever call me chicken—and he didn’t. He did have another name for me though—idiot!


Current Read
The Reunion
A.A. Pencil

Nicholas C. Rossis


Bruce A. Borders is the author of more than a dozen books, including: Inside Room 913, Over My Dead Body, The Journey, Miscarriage Of Justice, and The Wynn Garrett Series. Available in ebook and paperback on Apple®, Amazon®, Barnes & Noble, Kobo®, Diesel Books®, and Smashwords®, or at Amazon Profile - Bruce A. Borders also serves as the Vice President of Rave Reviews Book Club

Sunday, May 11, 2014

Better Late Than Never

Somewhere around thirty-two years ago, my brother told me about a song he’d heard on the radio where he lived. He asked if I’d heard it. I said, “Not yet.” The song was My Mother’s Other Son by Tommy Cash and Tommy Jennings. As I’m sure you can figure out from the title, the artists are the brothers of country music legends Johnny Cash and Waylon Jennings.

I started listening for the song but after a few days of not hearing it, I called the radio station in my town. They didn’t have it, I was told. So, I started looking at record stores—to no avail. I also tried special ordering it, and again, no luck.

For the last thirty-two years, as I moved around the country, I’ve continued to look and listen for the song. In addition to record stores, I perused garage sales, thrift stores and libraries—even asked several folks in Nashville, including a couple of guys I was sure would have a copy (no name dropping), and still nothing.

With the advent of Amazon, iTunes, and similar websites, which made downloading for millions of songs available, I thought my luck would change—sadly, no. But I didn’t give up. I kept searching online and anywhere else I could. For thirty-two years. Then, last week, my search came to an end; I found the record on Ebay! Yes, I bought it!

The record arrived today and I immediately put it on the record player. (Yes, I still have one of those). And my thirty-two year quest was over! I listened twice—and then a third time. I did like the song and decided it had been worth the wait. So, am I happy now? Well, sort of, but there are still more songs I’m looking for so it’s not like I’ll have nothing to do.

After listening another time or two, I started writing this blog. And now, just one thing remains to do. I need to call My Mother’s Other Son and tell him, “Yes, I’ve heard the song.” Thirty-two years after the fact but better late than never.


Current Read
The Reunion
by A.A. Pencil


Bruce A. Borders is the author of more than a dozen books, including: Inside Room 913, Over My Dead Body, The Journey, Miscarriage Of Justice, and The Wynn Garrett Series. Available in ebook and paperback on Apple®, Amazon®, Barnes & Noble, Kobo®, Diesel Books®, and Smashwords®, or at Amazon Profile - Bruce A. Borders also serves as the Vice President of Rave Reviews Book Club

Sunday, May 4, 2014


Made a new friend this week, which is remarkable for me since I’m not exactly the social type. Not that I don’t spend a lot of time talking, I do. Just ask my wife; she says I talk a blue streak! While I’m not admitting to anything, she may be right, as long as I’m talking to someone I know—strangers, not so much.

Back to my new friend. I didn’t learn that much about him, really. I guess, I’m not sure this friend is even a “him” so; there’s not a lot to tell. However, I did talk to “him” every day. Never did receive much of a response, he just watched me.

See, the problem is, this friend is a coyote. Yep, a coyote. Starting last Monday, he followed my truck as I drove down the mile-long hill from my job. Since the weather was nice, for a change, my window was down and so I chatted with him as he loped along beside me. Then, I hit the highway and he stopped. I called out a friendly goodbye, figuring I would never see him again.

But the next day, there he was. And Wednesday. And Thursday. And Friday. Every day, he showed up as I hooked up my trailer and then, “escorted” me down the hill. I wasn’t aware I needed an escort, but apparently, I did.

As I drove, I made sure to not outrun him, just idled along. Didn’t want my new friend to get winded or anything, trying to keep up with me. I’m sure he appreciated my thoughtfulness, but who knows? He never managed to say a single word the whole time. But I did, each and every day, all the way down the hill. By the end of the week, I’d related my whole life’s history and then some.

Okay, obviously this coyote isn’t really a friend and I have no idea why he developed a liking for me. Maybe he just liked chasing my truck. Or, maybe he was hungry and I looked like I’d make a good meal. But, perhaps he was simply lonely and needed a friend. No doubt, I’m the only person who ever talked to him! In any event, I had a good time, chatting, making small talk, being social. Odd, isn’t it? Since I’m not really known as the social type.


Current Read
The Reunion
A.A. Pencil

Janice G. Ross
Jumping Ship


Bruce A. Borders is the author of more than a dozen books, including: Inside Room 913, Over My Dead Body, The Journey, Miscarriage Of Justice, and The Wynn Garrett Series. Available in ebook and paperback on Apple®, Amazon®, Barnes & Noble, Kobo®, Diesel Books®, and Smashwords®, or at Amazon Profile - Bruce A. Borders also serves as the Vice President of Rave Reviews Book Club