Good morning, afternoon, or evening depending on where you are. But happy to see you stopped by, put a cup of coffee down, and sat down so we could talk about some serious things.  The first is that I am almost finished with the second true crime book about a serial killer in Sarasota and Manatee Counties.  It is called Predator: The Man Who Didn’t Exist, Nightmare on Terra Ceia……and some call it The Lady in a Pink Top.  

In any case it is about the murder of a doctor’s wife on Terra Ceia Island just off Palmetto, Florida. It is the sister book to the one titled Do You Know How To Fly.

Sales are good! I invite you to http://www.authorgordonkuhn.com or go to Amazon and make a purchase. You can also get the book on Kindle.

Now, one last thing. I am looking for a reliable literary agent. If you know of one please write me at GKUHNWRITES@AOL.COM

PREDATOR: Book One, Do You Know How to Fly?


The book is out and can be found at Amazon Prime. It is also onlinbook-cover-predator-one-scan-front-page-11-18e at Barnes & Noble. Price is $15 plus shipping ( in some cases). It is also available thru me at $18 which includes shipping and my signature on the inside of the book.

FRIENDSHIPS, WONDERS, BAGPIPES, AND WHO’S ON FIRST


A friend called and asked Jan and I out to dinner. It was fun. Jan and I have not seen them in a long time.

Jean and Mike! We went to a Mexican restaurant locally (like where else would we go? oh, just thought we’d pop off in a commercial jet and wing our way to California…God help us…and get Mexican fast food) where we had eaten before. Personally I think it is all made up and kept in the fridge (a lot of restaurants do that) and just pop it in the micro when someone comes along and orders it. Anyway, it was good. I brought home my leftovers in a foam type package and we left it on the table inside the front door. Bet you are wondering where it is tonight and no I didn’t eat it.

Anyway, it was a surprise and welcome one but I am a bit of an anti-social person and I hate crowds and I always feel uncomfortable in such situations. (This morning I met with a group of fellow vets and they sang happy birthday to me. Yep. Pure torture.) On the one hand I want and welcome the attention and on the other it is like telling me that I just walked through a patch of poison ivy. I think that is part of my self-destructive nature like forgetting it was my month to buy donuts for my vet group because it was my birthday month…..hey, why doesn’t the group by the donuts for the person having the birthday and not the reverse.

I would think that is the way it should be, but I guess it all works out in the end. One of the vets there this morning was in a unit in Vietnam that suffered the most casualties of the war. In one engagement they had over 300 casualties. I find it amazing to be in the company of such men as he.
In other interesting news facts, I came across a veterans art studio in St. Petersburg. They are doing an open house on September 16. There is to be a band there, other artists, and me. I’ve been invited to do a book signing. So now the mad rush is on to complete and print the first of two books in a series regarding a true crime event. I managed to get a cover done for the book. It only took me three days. I only lost 12 versions of the artwork to the monster hiding in my computer that probably ate the damn things. When I reported my problems to the software manager/owner/developer I was informed that no one ever from the time that God made Adam had ever reported having any difficulty with their software. I guess, in a way, that was a polite way of being told, “you’re stupid.”

 

 

Predator Part Three of Forward on 12/16/15


CONTINUATION: The following is a continuation of the forward from the book Predator: The Man Who Didn’t Exist.

“How is it,” she began again, drifting, slowly turning the thoughts over in her mind. Then she turned to me and I could see that the anger was draining.

The sun was behind her, and its light filtered through the profusion of auburn curls that framed her face. They were dancing and bouncing in the gentle wind that swirled around us.

Her face had grown soft. It was almost hidden within what appeared to be a hundred curls that moved as though alive. And, in the midst of the entire wild tumble were her eyes. Deep, dark, mysterious, and profoundly sad.

“How is it that you didn’t know?” she repeated, echoing the accusing tone used against her.

“I’ll tell you,” she leaned towards me, a spark suddenly backlit her eyes. “I just now realized why. Have a guess?” She tilted her head waiting for an answer.

“Well, I would think it was because he portrayed himself in such a manner that you couldn’t see who or what he was,” I said, feeling the need to say something, anything, even if it was wrong. I felt that I needed to contribute, to help her deal with what I felt was an incredible “aloneness” that had befallen her through no fault of her own.

“No,” she replied softly. “No.” A light smile drifted across her lips, but the sadness remained in her eyes. “No. Wrong.”

“Then what? Why didn’t you know, or could tell?” I asked.

“The answer is simply this: I once met a man who didn’t exist.”

 

PART ONE IS TO FOLLOW: THEY FOUND HER FACE DOWN.

PREDATOR: The Man Who Didn’t Exist


I am having a hard time with one section of the book. It is part of the murder case trial in Bradenton. Trying to pull together phone calls, testimony, trial records, and interviews to make it all more readable.

It is difficult and slow. I have a lot of data to write about and to blend. I think that is the hardest, the blending. I have testimony from several sources and am using those elements to create a story that will be smooth. I am also jumping between dates. Because of that I need to make sure that moving from one set of facts or data to another set of facts or data is not only smooth but will be entertaining at the same time.

I am going to be sooooo happy when this book is done.

PREDATOR


My book “PREDATOR” is slowly advancing. I would like it to be further along than it is but…. Racing along is not appropriate in this type of book.

It is about a serial rapist and murderer. He is a brutal man. Extremely violent. His prey? Woman 50 and up, single, living alone.

I met the man in a jail-house interview. He has to be the nightmare that should never have been. His first rape that we know of was when he was age fourteen in 1986. His target? A forty year old woman customer in a drive-thru car wash. He drug his victim into the businesses bathroom where he robbed and raped her. Had she not gotten away from him following the assault, then most likely she would have been his first murder victim. He stated to her at one point, “I gotta figure out what to do with you.” Then he tried to get her into the trunk of her car which had the engine running. She managed to break free and get help from a business across the street from where the rape occurred.

So, reading court records, interviewing people, and putting it altogether is not an easy task.