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My new book, “The Resurrection of Puerto Cielo”


Okay, I’ve finally published the ebook and paperback versions of my latest book, “The Resurrection of Puerto Cielo.” Thanks to my talented designer friend, Eric Savage, I’ve heard it has quite a dazzling cover. I hope you find the story equally entertaining. the book is available on Amazon, here’s the scoop




Esperanza Diaz, frustrated single mom and failed big city journalist, retreats home in hopes of saving her family and salvaging her career. But Puerto Cielo, the idyllic Baja beach town she grew up in, is being run by a gang of thugs and her father, editor of the local paper, is off on a drunk.

Ricky Ruiz has also fled the big city, but he can’t escape his mob family past. Known as el Tiburon, “the Shark,” Ricky has become the reluctant head of a bunch of bungling bullies as he struggles to father a daughter who lost her mother to a gangland murder.

Meet Manny and Maria, two rebellious teenagers who find themselves fighting for a town neither wanted to be in, The Zorros, a bunch of bike riding kids out to make their world better, and Sheriff Eddie, a man who has the only job he ever wanted but now must find the courage to stand for what is right.

Discover the Bernie brothers, the town’s unlikely millionaires, Lazy and Arnold, two dogs with noses for trouble, and Mama G’s Restaurant, where you can get anything you want but hamburgers and french fries.

who is sending the mystery letters exposing city government corruption? Who is the menacing giant who comes to town and never speaks a word? will Max eat Arnold? Will captain Hook have the last laugh?

The Resurrection of Puerto Cielo is a story about courage, about resilience, about the power of community united for the common good, a story spilling over with smiles and surprises. “The Resurrection of Puerto Cielo”

Link to Amazon

Enjoy! Please let me know what you think.

tio stib

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The Blind Side Parables 32 – Toilets are Forever



By coincidence they’d both graduated from university the same year, began work at the same company on the same day, shared the same cubicle, and had the same job-

computer programmer, coder, responsible for inserting advertiser content into websites.

For Cathy and Dot, it wasn’t particularly exciting work, but it paid well, covering their bills with a little left over for play time. And these two young women liked to play, liked to go bar hopping and flirt with other young people interested in two pretty and outgoing females.

It was Friday, lunchtime, and the two coders were leaving the building to hit a local curry shop for lunch. As they passed through the lobby, both noticed a rather solid young woman carrying a toolbox. The back of her blue coveralls had a logo stating “C.J. Plumbing-call us when you’re backed up.”

the plumber flashed a bright smile at them as she passed by. Cathy and Dot had the same thought, it’s about time management did something about the plugged restroom toilet.

As usual, the curry shop was buzzing, air rich with spicy aromas. Steaming bowls of vegetarian coconut rice in hand, the pair found seats at a counter looking out at the street. They ate watching the noontime traffic and sharing thoughts for weekend adventures.

Entering the company lobby after lunch, Kathy noted, “strange, doesn’t it seem very quiet to you?”

Dot looked around and agreed, “yes, where is everybody?”

but exiting the elevator into the cubicle filled office space, they crashed into pandemonium.

“What’s going on?” Dot asked a frantic young man brushing past her.

wild eyed, he cried out, “check your email!” and disappeared into the elevator.

by now it was obvious something was wrong, the entire office was echoing with screams of surprise, curses, even some sobs. Cathy and Dot found their seats and opened their computers.

They each had new email. Simultaneously they opened the message from management.

Subject: Termination notice.

Please be informed that your employment with us is terminated as of this moment. Close your computer and remove yourself and any personal items immediately.

the management

Both women stared at their computer screens, shocked. Eventually, they turned in their chairs and looked at each other, faces blank.

Then Cathy shrugged. Dot swore. They shut down their computers and gathered their things, a few pictures and memorabilia of good times. Then both stood and shuffled towards the elevator.

“What Happened?” Dot wondered out loud.

They both had minimal shares in the company and had noted the business value had risen dramatically in the past few months. Certainly the company was making money and they’d been a big part of that.

Or had they?

Then, in the midst of the frenzied din they heard the same two letters being repeated.

“AI!”

“AI!”

“AI!!””

Cathy muttered, “artificial intelligence.”

And the two young women who had gone to university for four years to educate themselves so that they could have a successful career suddenly became aware that they’d been replaced by a computer.

Stopping to look back at the future that no longer existed, Cathy and Dot noticed the same solid woman in the blue coveralls exiting the restroom. She smiled at them as she entered the elevator.

Cathy and Dot’s eyes watched the beaming plumber’s face disappear behind the closing elevator doors.

they considered their career choice.


Moral: Toilets are forever


tio stib

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Lumpy Gravy, Thoughts on Writing Well

I’m working on the rewrite of a chapter in a new book and in spite of hours of effort, when I pause to listen to what I’ve written, it sounds like lumpy gravy.

Yes, I realize that gravy doesn’t talk, sing, or make any other noise, but it still seems the perfect metaphor for my imperfect words. In case you’re not familiar with gravy and, in particular, lumpy gravy, a brief description-

Gravy is a sauce made from cooked meat juices, stock, and other ingredients. One ingredient is flour, which is used to thicken the sauce. When the flour is added incorrectly, the result is lumpy gravy, little balls of unmixed flour in the sauce, a culinary no-no. Like good writing, I believe creating good gravy, a sumptuously smooth sauce, is a combination of rigorous practicality and delicate art.

My own experience is that lumpy gravy usually results from hurrying, compromising time and care because of impatience, setting an unrealistic timeline for creating something that simply cannot be rushed. There is a proper order and way to add and mix ingredients. don’t do this and you get lumps.

what are the lumps in my writing? Words and phrases that don’t sound right, feel out of place, don’t fit the desired style, don’t truly support the theme. Adverbs and adjectives that were easy to insert but, upon reflection, don’t add anything. 

What I write seldom comes out smooth and lump free the first time. Admittedly, I rarely succeed at creating lump free gravy either. In cooking, there are two ways to fix this, stir or whisk much more, or, something few will admit to, strain the gravy through a sieve to remove the lumps. 

This is what rewriting is all about, the writer’s process of removing the lumps from his work through careful consideration, in my case, listening as I can’t see what I’ve written. Often I brainstorm words, sentences, even paragraphs. with the magic power of today’s word processing technology and my text reader friend, Alex voiceOver, I can quickly try and listen to many options, until I hear something that is smooth and feels right. And on I move to the next paragraph.

Ultimately, I’m the cook in my word kitchen and I know, that unless what I’ve written passes my taste test, unless I’ve taken the time, done the work, to make perfect, lump free, gravy, those words can’t leave the kitchen.

tio stib
2018, 2019, 2021

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Taxi School-Chapter 2

Introduction

Al McGinty, “Gint” as he is known to friend and foe, does not like change. He’s driven the same cab for thirty years, eats at the same cafe every morning, can’t say a nice word about politicians or lawyers, and worships New York City. He has a unique lifestyle, one true friend, Wally, and reads the New York Times each evening with a glass of brandy and a Cuban cigar. His is the perfect world.

But that’s about to change.

Gint is the main character in my novel, “Taxi School,” and you can follow Gint’s story as his life explodes and he is forced into one of Nature’s three ultimate choices-

Adapt, migrate, or go extinct.

I’ll be publishing a new chapter each week, hope you follow along. comments, on any line, are always appreciated.

tio stib

CHAPTER 2

“Jesus, Johnny, you got nothing better to do but read “Playboy,” blurted Gint as he burst into the office of Carlutti’s Car repair, “I can see you have a demanding schedule, but I need my cab, preferably today.”

ir.

Johnny, a good looking guy with a tanned face and a full head of slightly grayed black hair, was not the least bit moved by his surprise visitor. He remained seated in his swivel chair, boots up on the desk. and raised his magazine for Gint to view.

the title read, “World Traveler.”

“Lulu wants to get out of town,” said Johnny, “and what Lulu wants, Lulu gets.”

“As well she should,” replied Gint, remembering that  Lulu had been the hottest chick in the old neighborhood. She still turned heads. Lulu and Johnny had been lifelong sweethearts.

“As for my demanding schedule, hell, Gint, your Checker cab is about the only automobile I can work on anymore. These days, car repair is all about computers, and I’m not going there. J3 loves that crap and he can have it.”

J3  was John Carlutti  the third, the youngest of the male Carlutti line to work at the repair shop, and the kid Johnny yelled at as he opened the door to the shop, over the noise of air wrenches and occasional curses, “J3, move your sorry ass and pull Mr. McGinty’s cab out front!”

Gint saw a kid with a mop of black hair and grease on his face look up from under a car hood, smile, then dash outside. then Gint saw something familiar.

“Hey, Johnny, isn’t that Joey’s cab?”

Yep, he left it here last week. Asked me to sell it.”

“What?” Gint cried out, turning to Johnny in disbelief, “he can’t do that!”

“Well, he sure as hell did,” said Johnny, “came by, said he was hanging it up, asked me to send the sale money to an address in California.”

Stunned, Gint sat in a chair beside Johnny, speaking softly, “we’ve been in the business together for thirty years, bought our cabs together. We’re partners, a team, the last two Checker cabs in New York City.”

“Not any more, Gint, now you’re a team of one.”

The office street door opened, and J3 stuck his head in, “here you go Mr. McGinty, thanks for using Carlutti’s Car Repair.”

Gint mindlessly shook the kid’s hand and walked out.

On the sidewalk, gint whistled once and Wally came bounding down the street. Gint opened the driver’s door and the two climbed in to the last Checker cab in New York City.

-to be continued-

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