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Searching for McDoogal #newbook

Let’s all welcome Mae Clair today. She’s one of my best author friends, and a co-founder over at Story Empire. Today she has a new book to tell us about, and it’s a short read. I love short books and it’s nice to see Mae dipping her toes in that water. I read it and gave it five stars.


Hi, Craig! Thanks for hosting me today for the release of my Amazon 90-minute short read, In Search of McDoogal. It’s great to have a new release, and a different one at that. As a mystery/suspense author with a bent for urban legends, many of my books carry a somber tone.

Not McDoogal. This is all light-hearted fun. The reader gets to tag along as two friends try to recover a missing painting before the artist returns to town.

Brady Conrad and Declan Fitzgerald met in high school. Now, a dozen years later, they both hold key positions at the Institute of Marine and Environmental Research. Declan is IMER’s Director, while Brady serves as an investigator. Much of the financial stability behind IMER comes from Declan’s grandfather, Bartholomew Winston Everett Fitzgerald, III. That’s a mouthful, right?

The senior Fitzgerald only gets a passing mention in McDoogal, but I have plans to explore his role in the future. I hope to continue “IMER” with a series of short reads and novellas. With that in mind, I even developed a logo for the institute. Check out the image on the left.

Down the road, if all goes well, it may show up on future book covers to designate subsequent tales in the series. And the fact that my institute is devoted to both terra firma and the briny deep, gives me lots of wiggle room to play. I wouldn’t be surprised if an urban legend even crept into institute study down the road. 😉

IMER comes up several times in McDoogal, but the gist of the story is all about that missing painting mentioned above. Brady has mistakenly sold it, and only has a set number of hours to recover it before his girlfriend—the artist—returns from an out of town trip. He doesn’t have much information to go on…the buyer’s name is Abe, he drives an orange pickup, and lives in a small town called Breakers Bay.

Road trip! And naturally, nothing goes smoothly . . .


BLURB:In search of something ugly…
All Brady Conrad wants to do is earn a few merit points with his artist girlfriend, so he volunteers to cover her gallery when she leaves town. What should be an easy day of sales goes belly up when he mistakenly sells a cherished painting.
With the clock ticking toward Vanessa’s return, Brady has less than a day to track McDoogal down. He coerces his friend Declan to tag along for moral support. How difficult can it be for an investigator and the director of a renowned institute to find a single painting in a town the size of a postage stamp?
Neither Brady nor Declan counted on a suspicious sheriff, rival baseball teams with a longstanding grudge, or a clueless kid trying to win his girlfriend with all the wrong gifts.
McDoogal is smack in the middle. But Brady’s biggest dilemma isn’t the disastrous hunt. It’s confessing to Vanessa her painting is the ugliest thing he’s ever seen.


I hope you’ll join in the fun of this road-trip-buddy-fic-comedy-of-errors. In Search of McDoogal falls into Amazon’s 90-minute short read category—perfect for an extended lunch break or quick read any time of the day or evening.
Thanks for helping me celebrate the release!
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It’s Lab Week

Lab Week starts tomorrow at the hospital where my wife works. These folks blow away what gets called employee appreciation week where I work. They actually do fun things, and it feels somewhat appreciative. One day the doctors pitch in and have Goodwoods cater a lunch for the lab.

Someone took a close-up photo of everyone's nose. They are pinning them to a board, and there is a prize for whoever guesses them all correctly.

Another contest is to decorate a disposable lab coat. Old What's Her Face* brought home her coat while we have the grandkids. The oldest one is quite the little artist, and was told to do whatever she wanted with it. She created this artwork by free handing every bit of it.

This one is one of my favorite parts. I like the flask, and the green stuff hints at motion.

You get a shot at a crysanthemum and a syringe too.


This one is a sugar skull, along with the syringe.


As someone who can't draw a straight line with a ruler, I am impressed with this heartbeat and heart on the sleeve.


An animated cupcake. It's good, but this is what happens when you tell someone she can do anything she wants. It fits good on the front pocket though.


Another front pocket with a crysanthemum.

I may be just a proud grandpa, but I think she did a fabulous job on this. She works fast too. She spent about three hours on this. Maybe I ought to talk to her about my next book cover.

Did I mention she's only twelve years old? It all looks like tattoo art, but who cares. They all have to start somewhere, and some pretty unique authors started with fan fiction. Why should other kinds of artists be any different?

* Not my wife's legal name.



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Some of you have been wondering

I posted recently about Old What’s Her Face* painting our bedroom. I made some disparaging remarks about her choice of red and green.

It took days to disassemble furniture and go through all the things that need to be done. Her brother and sister-in-law showed up and did all the painting.

The furniture is all back in place, and it actually looks pretty good. I appologise for my photography skills. The light washed out the back wall. All of the walls are a shade of army green, except for one. That wall is cranberry red. My sister-in-law calls that an accent wall. Here’s the image:

image Old What’s Her Face went a little crazy and bought a jar of weeds and feathers for the window sill. It’s not my thing, but it makes her happy.

*Not my wife’s real name.


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My wife’s nefarious plot

Aha! She came back from town today bearing paint samples. She intends to paint our bedroom. Her good news is that our visitors are coming to help. All of this will happen while I’m at work, and she was only thinking about my knee. (Which is on the mend.)

Isn’t that nice of her?

The colors she chose are red and green. She has the idea of painting one wall a different color than the rest. It’s going to look like a Christmas present in there when she’s finished.

I argued for some nice neutral color where all the walls are the same. Men will understand this next bit… It was like – I wasn’t even speaking – at all. I suppose I should shut up about it. She liked 50 Shades of Grey, and it could become a red room of pain.

I had something else in mind. I think this is good:

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She wasn’t impressed in the least little bit.


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