Murder By Drill
Murder By Drill Murder comes up occasionally in my practice. When I was out in the field, I always used another name. I picked the name of a childhood friend, I won’t tell you which one of you received that Read More …
Making Her Nervous
Blogs Make Some Nervous With starting a new blog about my novel, and life, there are little unexpected consequences. Among them, people around me—including at my law office—begin to be nervous about whether I may include them in one of my Read More …
Hoodoo-in’ Ya
When Houston went through its last crash in the late 1980’s some desperate people who got behind on their mortgages and buried in debt started burning their houses down to collect insurance. It became quite a fad for a couple of Read More …
They Destroyed It
After writing and rewriting the first chapter of my book over most of my adult life, I decided to join a writers’ group. The worst and best decision I could have made. I finished my book at the insistence of Read More …
ShutUp, Russ
My dad took me everywhere with him. I’d run home and sit around waiting for him to get home. Now that I’m an adult I wonder how he worked all day and then did so much with me. I wonder, Read More …
“I didn’t like you when I joined the Critique Group.”
Eric Theusen is guest blogging this time. He’s in my writers’ critique group and a very good friend. Hes a better writer than I am. We fight about writing, manuscripts, and literature all the time over a few glasses of Read More …
He’s Kicking Ass and Loves Himself
I have a red-haired attorney friend who’s a real Jekyll and Hyde. In his personal life he is a gentle man and kind to everyone. In his practice, he’s a bulldog, and in the courtroom I hear he’s a mad one. Read More …
Irma’s
Irma’s. It’s an eccentric Mexican restaurant three blocks from the courthouse. “Where ya sit? Where ya sit?” How they greet you when you walk in. “What you want?” How your waitress first greets you. No menus, and you better listen Read More …
It doesn’t pay to sound like a snob
It doesn’t pay to sound like a snob. At dinner Friday night I asked my friend, “What do you read?” I yelled it because it was so noisy in the restaurant. Yelling is one of my two volumes. He’s a Read More …
Welcome to Russell’s Stories
The stories begin: This afternoon in court I sat at the counsel’s desk waiting on the Judge to appear. It was a hot, sticky day and the defendants in the audience were too tired to make much noise. A male Read More …