No Words.

To anyone who’s followed me for an extended period of time, you know the story. I’ll paraphrase. When I was in the Army, I owned a very troubled wolf. I was instructed by a trainer to grapple with him until he submitted to me in order to get through as the leader. He bled me, but I came out on top to establish myself as the Alpha. Since then, I’ve experienced the world differently. Almost animal-like. Some people refer to me as the wolf man. That’s as much of the story as you need to know in order to get the just of what I’m saying. I went on an impromptu date last night with a girl I’ve known for a few years. We couldn’t be more ‘different’. I’m 44 years old, 5’6″ and 225lbs. She is 31 years old, 4’11” and 97lbs. I find her adorable. Her size makes me very protective when she’s around although I’d never show it. The girl is fiery enough to take care of herself. I’m almost certain she’d find it offensive. During the date, I was approached by a corporate sales person of a major US retailer. He recognized me and began to bash my current publisher (my family) and how I choose to expose myself to the literary world. Granted, he was young and intoxicated, but I was on a date. He continued to press his corporate agenda on me trying to talk business. I could feel my face getting hot and even instructed him that the lady and I were attempting to enjoy an evening together. Sure, signing with an empire sounds awesome, but hit me up Monday through Friday during normal C. Derick Miller business hours. The man took the hint and retired to the bar. (I’m almost 90 days sober. I drink iced tea so alcohol didn’t come into play regarding my reaction). Noticing the frustration building in my face, my companion came over to my end of the booth, snuggled up next to my chest, and placed her head directly underneath my neck just like in the photo above of the alpha female wolf. It took a few seconds but an overwhelming feeling of calm washed over me. We continued to sit that way for nearly an hour, ignoring several strange looks from some of the bar patrons. Now, I have no idea where any of this is going, but it was the first time a girl has offered this type of comfort rather than a barrage of simple words. I’m a writer. Words mean everything to me. Not in that moment. Could this young lady by my Alpha Female? I don’t know. The two of us refuse to speak about it. We’ve both been dragged through Hell and back when it comes to relationships. To give it a Doc Holliday spin, we were two friends sharing an enchanted moment. Like most instances in my life as of late, this entire scenario fell into my lap suddenly and without warning. Maybe I’m cautiously beginning to approach the master from the corner I’ve been back into. I’m just waiting for that proverbial extended hand to say it’s alright to do so. My wolf, Baron, approached me in the same way. Humans are animals. Life is so much simpler when you act accordingly.

New Book Review!

The Cinco de Mayo Reckoning

by Terry Money

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10% Off Pre-Orders!

The re-release of my Texas werewolf novel A Taste Of Home is two weeks away! My publisher, Black Rose Writing, is offering 10% off if you get it between now and August 30th by using code PREORDER2018. Click here to get yours! The sequel, Far From Home, is being released on December 6th and nothing can prepare you for where the story goes! I’m actually a little nervous about unleashing it onto the world. I went a little dark with it…

The Three W’s

This weekend was incredible! I performed a wedding on Friday afternoon (Those who can’t play, coach. Those who can’t seem to find everlasting love, perform weddings)  followed by the usual karaoke night. I totally blew out my voice by singing Aerosmith’s Angel, but soon recovered to deliver Home Sweet Home by Motley Crue. It’s a fun life. Saturday, I met a new local author, had ten people show up to my Writers’ League meeting, caught some live music, and stayed up until dawn reconnecting with an old friend. Believe it or not, human interaction is needed from time to time. I don’t receive a ton of visitors to my tree house. Sunday? Recovery after reading my column in the Greenville Herald Banner (no more pre-publication review. I gave the editor full permission to correct my ranting). In addition, I spent all of Monday in the breathtaking home of a well known Dallas celebrity uninstalling and packing an intricate sculpture. Once I got home, I jumped straight into journalist mode to write next week’s newspaper contribution. The only downside to all of this was me neglecting my own personal writing for five straight days. Tonight, 1100 words flew from my fingertips with ease as I brought my upcoming novel, Extinguished, to life once again. I’m almost at the 75% mark and can’t wait to share it with the world. After that, I retired to my couch and began reading The Hunter Chronicles by Rick Parent. It’s a seventeen year recollection written by a man living with a wolf and the life lessons he learned by doing so. Before I knew it, I’d finished 100 pages! Sleep is beginning to overtake me but, in my delirium, I’m reminded of a jest stated by one of my co-workers today. She said my entire life has been about wolves, words, and women. Well, since you put it that way, she was absolutely right. I am obsessed with wolves and their family dynamic. I’m certain they’re the most majestic souls on the planet. As far as words are concerned, I hope I never run out of them to write. Women? That’s a sore spot…but I hope some day soon I’ll be with the last one I’ll ever need. Someone who sees me for who I am, accepts it, and decides to join me in my unique, loving lunacy rather than turn me into who they think I should be. I’m just waiting on ‘the’ sign. That scribbled, jumbled, ever elusive sign…

New Book Review!

Happy Sunday! Here is my latest book review in The Greenville Herald Banner. I’ll post the link as soon as it’s available for easier reading! Thank you for your continued support!