Okay, 22 hours of fun at he Dickens Show is now behind my alter egos, Little Tommy Dickens and Scrooge. Some thought I was a statue; ole stone face still lives. Book buyers didn't exactly over run booth 127 but we experienced wonderful fellowship among the attending Beach Author Network authors. We certainly had plenty of time to reflect, assess and brain storm the next greatest event. For those of you who failed to drop by and pay the price for admission, you missed the greatest show in town because booth 127 was filled with punchy authors, making merry and surviving as best we could. I fear you have forever missed your opportunity to purchase those deals at this event; a one and out for most of us. The Myrtle Beach Convention Center will never be the same. If there are any hard book cover readers out there, let us hear an amen. Visit Beach Author Network on Face Book and offer hungry writers a tad of encouragement to continue spinning our tales. Our hobby is an expensive one and the only way we continue is with your loyal support. Begging for more is appreciated. Support local and hope to see you at the next greatest bookarama.  

Sorry, been away for awhile, new Dell laptop has crashed and burned, limping long barely, writing has come to a screeching halt. Did jot down an opening for a new novel, possibly a novella, my first, titled The Widow Magnet. Got you interested? Still contemplating launching a kid's book too, Bobby Saves Scoot, about a sea turtle. Book is actually finished, needs to be illustrated though. My issue is I just have too many completed novels and it's too expensive to release them in hard copy. E-book might be where I should head. TBD after I fix the Dell issue. Short and sweet this time...

Okay, I've got to get those promotional juices flowing again. This is my version of one of those 'But Wait" commercials; so tune me in or turn me off, the choice is a your finger tips.

For a limited time offer (forever if you're interested), I am offering jump off the shelves deals.

For those Detective Trudy Wagner lovers, adventures along the grand strand, you have a two-for at your finger tips.

Trudy arrived on the Carolina coast from Ohio to take care of her ailing mother in Road Rage. As the serial killer unleashed the fury in Horry and Georgetown counties, readers were blessed to be introduced to another predator, Newsman Lance Rocker. Lust and perversion hit a new low with the self proclaimed 'Rock your Worlder.' Let's not forget Woody, the detective bulldog and Trudy's new partner. Then there as Sheriff Hank Singleton, a big on grizzly bear, southerner to the core. Valuable lesson learned in Road Rage, drive like you know how or pay the price.

With the road rage serial killings behind them, Horry County's finest again take on forces feeding on new prey .In North of the Border, the detectives meet another formable foe. Yes, all your favorites are back.

Email talenwinn@mail.com to see how you can get your copies of Road Rage and North of the Border, each for the low, low price of $15.95.

BUT WAIT!!! Contact ole T. Allen now and receive both for $25.

Then there is Dark Thirty,  sixteen year old Dale Thomas Jackson, his new pals, Debra and Ted take on the bullies. It's tough to pretty up bulling so this one is not for the weak at heart. Meet Mack, the worst of the worst.

Available for $15.95 by contacting T. Allen...

OR, Order contact T. Allen right now @ tallenwinn@mail.com and arrange to receive your very own signed copy to $10.

Then there is T. Allen's favorite, The Caregiver's Son, Outside the Window Looking In, a personal memoir that will have you crying and laughing, not all a once of course.

You know the drill, contact ole T. Allen for your $14.95 copy for $12.

BUT WAIT...you didn't really think I was finished, did you?

For the first zillion emailers, you can received signed copies of all four for the basement, first time offer of $40.00, excluding shipping cost. Be the first in your house to own all four novels, from a groveling hungry southern spinner of fiction tales; all except the Caregivers which is mostly true, as best T. Allen can remember.

Getting your copies is just as easy as banging on those computer keys. tallenwinn@mail.com, letting our staff (me) know which deal of the century meets your fancy; perfect for Christmas, birthdays, Halloween, Thanksgiving or just any weekday celebration that comes to mind. Heck buy yours and sending them people you don't even like.

That's tallenwinn@mail.co, that's tallenwinn@mail.com, lines are open to take your request. Sorry, I'm out of knife sets or I would include them too.

Eating bacon can significantly lower a man’s sperm quality, Medical Daily reported.
In a study presented at the American Society for Reproductive Medicine’s 2013 Annual Meeting in Boston, researchers from Harvard University gathered data from 156 men who were undergoing in vitro fertilization (IVR) with a partner. Each couple was asked questions about their diet, including how often they consumed processed meat, red meat, white meat, poultry, and fish.

So has the term 'making bacon' lost its meaning? One has to wonder. I'm a carnivore, a pig eater, so such senseless studies mean nothing to me. That's all I'm saying.

First let me clarify, I'm an ole tomahawker from way back, even before the Braves adopted the chant. I remember those days with Chief Knock-a-homer when I was one of less than 5000 loyal fans at the stadium cheering the Braves to another 100 game-plus losing season. You could sit where you wanted basically. But I remained a fan, better or worse. When they had that run if winning pennant after pennant, I held onto my dreams of seeing them win it all. They did only once. Most times they fizzled to a halt. Still, I hung in there until the next season, and the next. I still have quite the collection of Brave's tee-shirts; just can't seem to let them go.
I even have an actual Dale Murphy autographed ball. It was Dale Murphy day at the stadium and everyone got a pre-autographed ball. What makes my special is that after the game as we were climbing the stairs to our room at what then was the Stadium Hotel next door to the stadium, I tall gent sprinted by us on the stairs. At a glance, he looked like Dale so I sprinted up the stairs behind him. He vanished through a door on one of the floors and dashed inside behind him. I found my self slap dab in the middle of some sort of gala. They were about to run me off when I caught Dale's attention and asked for his autograph. He smiled, and said sure. Boy I was living large.
I've been at the stadium for those wild Dodger-Brave rivalry games when they were in the same division. I was there when he Padres had a series of knock down-drag out fights all during the game. I even saw Hank Aaron hit a home run to dead away center in the Houston Astrodome.
It hurt to watch the Braves implode playing the Dodgers over the last few days. That's what the Braves do, take you to edge and then push you off the cliff. Been there, done it too many times but I still hang in there hoping for the next World Series. I reckon I'll wait one more year. It seems I'm always saying that. Hold year heads up boys. You did the best you could but I must confess after watching this opportunity slip through your fingers. In the ply-offs you just didn't look like a contender. I never saw the burn, the passion to win. I saw that look on the Dodgers' faces. That's why you got your butts kicked. Once you learn how to win down the September home stretch, then you'll kick ass in the playoffs and just maybe a series ring. I'm still with you but you don't make it easy on an old man. See you come spring and we'll do this again.

October, the month with my favorite holiday. Halloween, fond memories...

This is the second consecutive year I have missed my opportunity to publish my fiction novel, The Perfect Spook House. It is depicted in my hometown, Abbeville, S.C. elven eleventh graders reunite many years later to decipher just what happened that night, their junior year, at that old house on the Cedar Springs Road. They're ready, sort of, to face their fears; but many of town folk haven't forgotten and will do anything to prevent them from digging up old bones. It's a blend of long term friendship, corruption, the supernatural, a developing love story, murder and mayhem, told in a good ole southern tone. What more could you ask, except to have it in your hands to read.

Here's my personal dilemma. I have too many completed novels and self publishing isn't cheap. No one pays me to spin my tales and publish my scribbling. It is an expensive hobby. I've published four books in the past couple of years, all out of pocket but I have so much more to share. I'm thinking pushing a few through electronically, forgoing the expense of hard copies; any thoughts?

Here's a sampling of my completed novels. Which ones would you buy for you Kindle?

My Sasquatch series:
Foot
Another foot
Final Foot (not finished)

Follow-up to Dark Thirty:
Mack

No Mulligan (A golf themed suspense thriller)

The Perfect Spook House (as mentioned)

Outside the Clique (25 year high school reunion with Calhoun Falls as a backdrop)

Lou Who (Alzheimer's patient tangles with a witch; Greenwood, SC. as backdrop)

Absent on Arrival (supernatural mystery in the Great Smokey Mountains)

The Tenth Elemental (Deities, Gnomes, a family in peril in Maggie Valley, N.C.)

Last Stand on the Grand Strand (sea creatures have invaded the beach community)

The Lord's Last Acres (end of the world as we know it thriller)

Digging Sea Turtles (kids book)

Novels in progress:

Hometown Tragedy (True Story)

More Detective Trudy Wagner thrillers
Tithe and Offerings
The Low County Hunt Club

Bully on Board (series of short stories with lessons learned)

Just Who are the Joneses (suspense thriller)

Raw Ride (cowboys and zombies)

The Longest Hello (love story)

Cornbread and Butter Milk, Gold Ole Fashion Southern Nostalgic Nonsense (short stories from the good ole days, memoir)

Whomping the Golf Ball (short stories about golfing)

Politically Incorrect (America, fed up, fight back in this fiction novel)

The Single Guys Roadmap to Marriage (humorous twist on relationships, seeking that perfect gal)

Pickers (two pickers, an old Charleston plantation, a trunk, secrets and lies with a twist of the supernatural)


 Chicken Lovers Inc. (kids book)


As you can see, my twisted brain forever stays in gear. Again, if you read this, post on face book, just which T. Allen Winn novels are you itching to read? And help find me an agent, a publisher, someone who would pay for this stuff!!! After all, I have an endless supply...

The summer of free golf comes to an end September 22nd; well maybe not free but it was certainly cheap. Legends Resort offered up summer deals back in June for its ‘Loyal Member’s’, those card carrying ones eligible to receive two beers, breakfast and lunch with every round played.  The deal almost looked too good to be real. We dissected the summer deal for any hidden clauses or secret disclaimers but could find none. Back in June, all we had to do was pay up front, $139 per person and be granted the privilege of playing unlimited golf, any day of the week, including weekends and holidays, providing we secured our tee times at 2 PM or later.  Right we figured, just how difficult was it going to be to reserve a descent tee time. We agonized over paying up front, thinking we’d be placed at the back of the line when it came getting the ‘preferred tee times.’ Oh well, four of us decided to take the gamble, roll the dice and see what happened. How could we pass over an opportunity to play three Legends’ golf courses in Myrtle Beach, Heritage Plantation in Pawley’s Island and Oyster Bay just across the N.C. border for one entry fee? Unlimited golf at our finger tips all summer long; sounded like a sham but we took the bait. 

To our surprise, all of the courses were extremely accommodating. We’d call and almost every time be granted the tee time we asked. Show up a the designated course and present our summer pass card and we were done; no additional money passed hands except for the one dollar tip for the gents loading our bags on the carts. Long summer days ensured we could easily play after 4 PM weekdays, Legends Resort just minutes from our workplace, eastbound Myrtle Beach on 501. Good fortune would have negative results on my play. After months of our house being for sale, wouldn’t you know it; we had an offer and accepted. While happy with the sale of our house, the pending move/packing and actual move, all but took me out of the two to three days of planned golfing for the next six weeks or so.  I slipped in about one time a week when I could. I only got back in the weekly rotation after we moved in and unpacked, got our house in some semblance of livable condition. Two of my playing partners managed to play about thirty times to my less than half that many rounds.

Still, I should manage to get in between twenty and twenty five rounds by the 22^nd of September. That should equate to approximately $650 in savings for the summer, so I’d say without a doubt, the $139 investment paid off. It will be tough over the fall and winter months pulling out the old credit card to supplement my rounds. Flashing that summer special card at the pro shop will be sadly missed. We sort of received VIP treatment, celebrities for the summer. An average round of golf for me for the past three months was $5.56 if one wants to look at it that way. Two of my cohorts averaged less than $4. Heck, you can’t play a round of miniature golf here at the beach for that. For me, it averages out to about 30 cents per hole to play with cart included. Living large on the grand strand, at least for the summer, while those poor tourists were caring the load, many of them paying almost a much for one round as we paid for our entire summer, ain’t life grand on the strand.