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Blast from the Past, but Still Relevant…Little Things Do Count

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Folks, I wrote this several years ago, but it is still relevant today.

Creativity is a blessing, but it takes nurturing, care, and time, just like anything else. That said, doing little things adds up over time, and eventually will show you that what you’ve done makes more sense than it seemed at the time.

I hope you’ll enjoy this blast from the past. Without further ado…

Written by Barb Caffrey

May 28, 2026 at 12:01 pm

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Peter Stanley’s New Novella Is Out…Plus an Additional New Review from Yours Truly

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Today is one of those happy occasions, for me at least.

I’ve been a mentor and friend of Piotr Mierzejewski for the past twenty-five years, and my late husband Michael also was a mentor and friend to Piotr. The two of us gave him a great deal of help while Michael was alive, and I continued to do the same after Michael died. I saw promise in his plotting, but at the time, there were some issues he had to straighten out.

Many people, writers included, would’ve given up their dreams of writing something that hits the target dead-on after so many years and so many different attempts, but Piotr is like I am in this. He is relentless. He doesn’t stop until the wall falls down. (Don Quixote has nothing on him.)

Edited to add: Those of you who, like me, sometimes wonder if we’re ever going to make it as writers? You need to do what Piotr has done. He has improved himself year after year as a writer, and now has written something stunningly powerful. That’s the only reason I mentioned how long it took.

In other words, do not stop. As the rock group Hollywood Undead says, “Don’t you ever give up, if you ever get stopped.”

Back to original post, already in progress:

Now, writing as Peter Stanley, Piotr has written such an excellent novella, out today, that I needed to come share it with you right away. (Yes, I edited it, so I’ve been champing at the bit to let you all know for several weeks now.) It’s called “Asset Denied,” and is the first of the Gene Bukowski Files.

Here’s the blurb:

When the Senate demands answers, Gene Bukowski becomes the man in the chair.

A failed operation.

A missing asset.

A cartel leader who should already be dead.

As investigators dig into the past, the story behind the Vargas operation unfolds – revealing a web of intelligence failures, covert deals, and decisions made in the shadows.

But the deeper they dig, the more dangerous the truth becomes.

Because some assets are too valuable to lose.

*** end blurb ***

I’ll try to get you a cover pic later. For now, though, I thought it more important to let you know that a) this ebook is out, b) it’s the first solo effort by any writer for publisher Keith Hedger’s new Defiant House publishing company, and c) it truly is outstanding. It’s available on Kindle Unlimited, so what are you waiting for?

The second bit of news is, I recently reviewed a novel on Amazon by Keith Hedger called MOVING TARGET. (I bought this book over a year ago, long before I knew much about Keith, but only recently got a chance to read it. I was mad at myself after, because of how good this book was.) The review took several days to be posted, and at first I thought it had been disallowed for some weird reason…but it has now been posted, and I’m about to cross-post it here in case it disappears:

It’s called “Good, Fast-Moving Cyberpunk Dystopia That Held My Interest Throughout.”

The main character of Keith Hedger’s intriguing book MOVING TARGET is a young woman named Breeze. She has cyber implants, including ocular implants, has upgraded her muscles and bones as much as she can, and is skillful, determined, and an excellent fighter. But when she and the team she serves with are given a lousy job, she has to try to survive its painful and destructive aftermath.

Breeze is an anti-hero most of the time, but has a genuine decent streak in her that comes out at the oddest times. She refuses to deliberately hurt the innocent. She tries hard to live by her own moral code, and when she can’t, it costs her something. Then, as everything goes to Hell in a handbasket, Breeze must make a deal with some very bad people, one that will upend everything she knows and everyone she’s ever cared about. (I’ll stop there to avoid spoiling your reading.)

There are many reasons to like MOVING TARGET, starting with all the action: it’s believable, fast-moving, and intense. The characterization is vivid and lively. The setting is appropriately dystopian, yet almost instantly recognizable (that’s a neat trick many writers would love to be able to pull off, but can’t, yet Keith Hedger did so seemingly without effort). It’s still the United States, somehow, but darker, moodier, grittier, scarier, and with newer and worse ways for society and those who serve it to fail and keep on failing.

Mind you, Breeze knows that the world is a mess, but she doesn’t really think about it much. (She can’t. It would distract from keeping herself alive.) What she does to try to even the scales (i.e., helping the innocent, going out of her way to leave people alone who are no threat to her) is sensible, logical, and very human.

Despite all the fancy upgrades that extend her strength, her reach, improve her eyesight, etc., Breeze is still a young woman with an old soul, trying to find a way to live life on her own terms. Her journey has some unexpected stops, and the ending seems to come too soon–mostly because we want to know what this interesting woman is going to do next.

Expertly paced and plotted, MOVING TARGET should be on your keeper shelf (or favorite ebook icons, take your pick) if you love suspense, cyberpunk narratives, amoral heroines (with a surprisingly decent streak), and/or just plain good reads. It read fast and well, yet I couldn’t help turning back to the beginning once I’d reached the end (far too soon, as I said before), just to appreciate the craftsmanship that went into setting up Breeze’s journey.

In addition, the journey Breeze took toward finding her lover (paired off late in the book) was quite poignant. (I wish I could say more, but that really would spoil your read. I’m trying hard not to do that.)

Five stars, recommended.

Barb Caffrey

*** End of Review ***

I sign my name to reviews partly because I used to review a lot of books over at Shiny Book Review, and partly because it denotes that I take reviewing seriously. Whether I know someone or not, I take each book as I find it. There have been times in the past I’ve been unimpressed by some of my favorite writers and have said so. (I’m sure they didn’t appreciate it, but it was my honest view.)

In other words, I take ownership of my reviews, as I should, and take the time and effort to figure out what I think, why I think it, and what will likely matter to a reader looking for a new book. Then I talk about those things.

One thing I could’ve mentioned in the review, but didn’t think of at the time and am now kicking myself, is that it reminds me, just a little, of Rosemary Edghill’s three cyberpunk novels starting with HELLFLOWER. Her main character, Butterfly, isn’t much like Breeze. But some of the issues are similar. Rosemary’s novels came out before some of the more celebrated cyberpunk novels in the field, were exceptionally good, and remain exceptionally good. I often re-read them, in fact, and bought several copies of them over the years (print and ebook) as I kept wearing them out (plus I wanted to support Rosemary’s career).

The good thing about books is, they live on after the writer has passed. Rosemary, as I’ve said before, was an outstanding writer who could write in any genre, any field, and do exemplary work that I believe will stand the test of time.

Here, in case any of Keith’s readers didn’t know about her yet, I wanted to let you all know that Rosemary’s books are also out there, are wonderful reads, and while not available on Kindle Unlimited, are ones that you will likely read over and over due to the use of language, the skillful plotting, and the winning nature of heroine Butterfly and the young teenage boy from a military culture she helps, starting with Hellflower and ending with Archangel Blues.

So, today I got to talk about not one, not two, but three fine writers, all in their unique ways. (Sometimes I love writing this blog.)

My Favorite Milwaukee Brewers Baseball Player Ever, Charlie Moore, Dies at 72

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Folks, this is a hard blog to write.

When I was young, my mother went up to a young catcher, Charlie Moore, and told him how much he’d meant to me and that I just loved his play. I was too shy to go up to tell him myself, you see…I was at that gawky stage, and I just didn’t want to be seen or talked to. (Yes, even me.)

Charlie was classy, and he had a sense of humor. He clearly saw me, hiding behind my mother, but he said, “I hope she’s legal.”

I laughed, but still didn’t come out from behind my mother.

Anyway, he ended up signing my baseball card, he signed a glove for me, and he signed a t-shirt. I wish I had all three of those things now. (The glove got lost during an early move. The baseball card was inadvertently sold, put in with a bunch of cards into a rummage sale by someone who wasn’t me — not sure which family did this, but I know my mother apologized for it when she realized. The t-shirt, I outgrew, but kept for at least fifteen years. Where it went after that, I don’t know.)

Charlie was the type of guy who would do anything for anyone, and as a player he just exemplified the term “unselfish.” One year, they’d traded for Ted Simmons, a future Hall of Famer, at catcher. Charlie knew he couldn’t compete with Simmons; no one could. While he talked with Simmons about the pitchers and who liked to throw what when (Bob Uecker, announcer extraordinaire and also a former catcher, did this as well), Charlie knew he’d better learn a new position to stay on the team.

He did.

It wasn’t easy for him, but he learned how to play the outfield in spring training (this was either 1980 or 1981). He became one of the best right fielders in baseball, because he knew how to position himself from all the catching he’d done, and his arm was quite strong.

Many people, with their condolences to the Milwaukee Brewers on their Facebook page, have mentioned the most famous play Charlie ever made, that being throwing out Reggie Jackson in Game 5 of the American League Championship Series (ALCS) at third base from right field. (It wasn’t shallow right, either.) Jackson thought he could take an extra base on Charlie, and Charlie wasn’t having it.

The first things I thought of, though, were when he hit for the cycle in 1980 (that’s when you hit a single, double, triple, and homer, all in the same game) and also stole two bases, and when he broke up a no-hit bid by Nolan Ryan, hitting a triple.

See, Charlie was just a lot faster than most catchers. (He hadn’t taken up the outfield, then.)

With his characteristic wit, Charlie said once that he’d not have been able to learn the outfield in today’s day and age, not with YouTube. He’d have been too embarrassed to try.

I find that hard to believe, because Charlie was just the type of guy who’d do whatever was needed. You needed him to catch? He caught. You needed him to play right field? He played right field. Whatever he needed to do, he did.

Ted Simmons once said of Charlie that Charlie was “the best guess hitter I ever saw. Others might hit a single. He’d hit a homer.”

All in all, Charlie Moore was the full package. He could run, hit, throw, take an extra base, used his intelligence to keep him relevant in the baseball world by changing positions, and was a kind-hearted man to boot.

Other tributes that came in on the Milwaukee Brewers official Facebook page pointed out times Charlie helped someone, either by staying extra time to sign autographs, by bringing them something that the fan had won in a contest (bringing it to their home, mind you, without fanfare and without attitude), and so on.

All I can say is this: When I was young, if I could have had a boyfriend, Charlie Moore would’ve been it. I’m proud that I have always seen Charlie Moore as the best Brewers unsung hero, as my absolute all-time favorite player because of his grittiness and heart, and I still remember the banners my mother and I made to put in the bleachers once:

They said, “We want Moore of Charlie.”

Amen.

Tales of the E4 Mafia 2 Is Out…Including a New Atlantean Union Universe story!

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Folks, I’m very happy to let you all know that Tales of the E4 Mafia 2 is out, via writer/editor Keith Hedger’s new Defiant House publishing company. He’ll also have Tales of the E4 Mafia (the original) available through Defiant House soon, if you haven’t already read it.

Of course, Tales of the E4 Mafia 2 is available via Kindle Unlimited (how not?), but what’s probably the most important part to anyone who reads my blog is the story I and my friend and co-writer Gail Sanders wrote called “A Decent Cup of Coffee.” It is yet another story set in my late husband Michael B. Caffrey’s Atlantean Union universe, and features Peter Welmsley, of course, along with Marc MacGruder (a Lance Corporal). It tells the story of what happened when Welmsley and MacGruder took Tech Sergeant Lana Mathews home to Lemuria for convalescent leave (she was the person who needed the restricted tree bark for medicinal purposes in the last story).

You want a cover photo, you say? Well, here’s a cover…

And I’m sure you want a snippet as well, so here we go:

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“Did you hear me, Lance Corporal?” the Master Sergeant growled. “What is wrong with this coffee?”

When Welmsley called me “Lance Corporal,” it was time to give him an answer. Either that, or wait for some unusual punishment…and as I was hoping for a few days of leave with Lana Mathews as we would be moored in Lemuria orbit for a few days, and I was too low-ranking to have any sort of transitory duties, I definitely didn’t want to get punished now.

“I don’t know, Master Sergeant,” I told him. “I know it’s not that great. It never is. But the traditional roast seemed a bit better than the rest of it. I take it that it’s not working for you?”

Welmsley looked at me, rolled his eyes, and went back to studying his piloting board.

“It is the Marine blend, you know,” I told him.

“It tastes foul,” Welmsley spat out. “Like the very end of a bunch of ashes. I wish I had some Lemurian light-roast coffee. That’s really good stuff. Especially if they’ve aged it in spiced rum for a year before roasting.”

I’d heard that but had never tasted it myself. But rather than discuss that, I went to get myself a cup of the Marine blend. After one sip, I could tell that Welmsley was right. We’d gotten a particularly bad batch, and it did indeed taste like ashes. Maybe after they’d been rolled in manure, even. “That truly is terrible coffee,” I told him, hoping I sounded as compassionate as I felt. Coffee was sacred to Royal Marines.

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So, how do they find a decent cup of coffee after all that? You’ll have to read the rest of the story to find out, but I hope you will want to read it. (It’s a fast, funny story, and I hope it’s one that you’ll truly enjoy.)

At any rate, I’m thrilled that the story is finally out and available to read, along with the other great stories in the anthology.

Written by Barb Caffrey

May 3, 2026 at 9:49 pm