Enjoy another downhome anthology of humor, misadventure, and common-sense country insight. Travel from the farm to the city and the mountains to the coast. Join Lucius as he crosses paths with cabin loving bears and beer loving motorcycle enthusiasts. Follow his coastal escapades as he ponders tourists, encounters coed minstrels, and outruns a Carolina hurricane. Contemplate with our hillbilly as he experiences a first-hand miracle and tangles with specters and spooks. Carolina laughter and a few thrills await.
Gary McPherson (1966-) was born in Sacramento, California, and spent his childhood in Westminster, Ca. For most of his adult life, Gary has lived in North Carolina. He and his wife have lived in Charlotte, NC for the past twenty-six years. A change in health and a love of storytelling moved Gary from a 27-year career in Computer and Software Engineering to Author.
Gary's favorite writing genre is mystery/thrillers. His debut novel, and first in the Berserker series, "Joshua and the Shadow of Death" released Oct 30, 2018. His second novel in the Berserker series, "Harold and the Angel of Death" is set to release May 2019.
In addition, Gary has written a satire book of anecdotal short stories titled "Country Boy" under the pen name Lucius McCray. Lucius McCray's second book "Humor Deeper Than a Holler" is due to release in early 2019.
You can find guest articles by Gary in Writer's Digest, Criminal Element, Crimespree, Magazine, and Patient Worthy. Gary provides free short stories on his website and runs a weekly livestream on Tuesday via his Twitch channel, gmacwriter, where he talks about writing with his health challenges and engages reader's questions.
I cannot imagine doing a Lucius book without Wobbly. He represents everything we all love in the American mutt. Our dogs are often goofy and perhaps a bit ugly.They are also more loving and loyal than any human being. Sometimes that love will manifest in ways we would prefer it didn't. Yet, our humble canines always find a way to leave us laughing with joy.
Humor Deeper Than A Holler
I heard a faint noise at the edge of the woods and started walkin’ that direction. A moment later, Wobbly popped out carryin’ a dead skunk inside his massive jaws. I looked up to the sky and asked the good Lord what mischief I had done got myself into that I deserved such a mornin’. Wobbly was trying his best to get across that field. Lawd, he was a funny sight. A part of that skunk’s body would get under one of his short legs and send Wobbly rollin’. He’d get up, pick the thing back up in his mouth, run a few feet, and do it all over again.