You Again

You thank me for sitting with you. You apologize for waking me when you don’t feel well. You worry I’m bearing too much of the load. You say you’re sorry for not getting to something before I do. Wonderful, silly girl. I hear you crying in your quiet space and you wipe your tears as…

Dear @Amazon–A Thank You.

Dear Amazon, Hi. It’s me…S.L. Shelton. I don’t know if you remember me but I was one of your Bestselling Political Thriller authors recently (In fact, last year all of my books were Kindle Top 10 Political, Conspiracy, Espionage, Techno and/or Military Bestsellers). I don’t blame you if you’ve forgotten about me. I know you’re…

Loss of somethings already lost

Today my father was buried. No one had more of an influence on my life than my father did. And most of what I had to outgrow in order to be a decent human being was accomplished (or not accomplished) despite that influence. We weren’t close. I’ve heard people say that before and it’s a…

Spy Writer Poetry for the Muse

I’m not a poet… Never got the hang of the rhyme. But my words they come easy in matters of crime. It’s a shame, really, that the burning of a fuse can elicit more emotion in my words than my muse. There she sits sweetly, only feet away, inspiring a story of the heroine’s way.…

Id my Ego

Originally posted on S.L. Shelton:
Freud?I?ve always found it amusing that name is just one vowel off from being Fraud; just an observation. But despite the often confusing (and just as frequently, pointless) observations and theories gifted to us by the old ?cigar smoking (sorry, ?Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar?) genius, he did…

The Muse…When the Honeymoon is Over

Originally posted on S.L. Shelton:
    She walked into my study, her fuzzy bunny slippers slapping her heels with each step. “You have something for me?” I looked up from my computer and smiled thinly, apologetic, before shaking my head. “Sorry. I’m working on it though.” She lingered in the doorway, cupping her coffee…