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Tuesday, May 31, 2016


May 31, 2016

I’m still very excited about a special 90-second video showing me talking about my two latest Western novels: JAKE SILVERHORN’S REVENGE, and, CATTLE DRIVE. Hope you’ll give it a look. However, you’ll have to copy one of the items (marked in red below) and paste it into your browser to bring up the video. The book-video was produced by my two good friends, Mark Giles and Donna Pangburn, both veteran broadcasters, who live in Southern California where I also make my home.

Give it a look. It may give you a laugh, because we sure had fun making it.

                                                                                                      ---Big Jim Williams

amazon.com/author/bigjimwilliams



Thursday, May 26, 2016


                                                                                                                                  MAY 25 2016

Two ways to access my new video tape about my JAKE SILVERHORN'S REVENGE and CATTLE DRIVE books.

amazon.com/author/bigjimwilliams

https://vimeo.com/donnapangburn/review/167695190/88e058ec49

May 26 2016

My JAKE SILVERHORN’S REVENGE
Book is now available

Elated to announce my new Western novel, JAKE SILVERHORN’S REVENGE, has been released by High Noon Press and is now available from Amazon Books in both print and e-book editions. It’s 80,000 words on 238 pages. There’s action aplenty.

When former Texas Ranger Jake Silverhorn is confronted with the rape and murder of his wife, he seeks justice and revenge against the outlaw Leviticus, an old enemy, in a series of deadly shootouts, fires, double-crosses, and narrow escapes in frontier Arizona. 

Hope you’ll give it a read.

You’ll also find a 90-second video on me and JAKE SILVERHORN’S REVENGE and my Award-Winning novel, CATTLE DRIVE, when you click on the below link or paste it in your server.


Sunday, September 27, 2015


Dear Friends: I haven't posted many things here but now want to add something about my career writing fiction for High Noon Press. My CATTLE DRIVE novel recently won the 2014 Peacemaker Award for Best First Novel presented by the Western Fictioneers. Very happy about that. Hope you'll order a copy of two. All sales are appreciated.  Also have a series now available too through Amazon books titled, JAKE SILVERHORN'S REVENGE.


“Abraham Lincoln Likes my ‘Cattle Drive’ Book”

By Big Jim Williams


I spoke with Abraham Lincoln the other night,” I said.
“You did what?” asked my friend. Dan.
“I exchanged words with the Great Emancipator,” I repeated.
“But Abraham Lincoln’s been dead a hundred and fifty years.”
“I thought so, too, but that didn’t stop him from swapping words about politics, books, and how the Dodgers are doing?”
“The Dodgers? The baseball team?”
“Abe’s a big fan. Watches all the games”
My friend cleared his throat and smiled at me like a straightjacket salesman measuring a new client.
“The great Civil War president,” I continued, “came right into my dream.”
“Ah, now I understand,” said Dan. “So you admit you were dreaming.”
“Of course. But things were just as real as when John Wayne rode a horse into my bedroom last week when I was dancing with Marilyn Monroe. Pooped on the floor, too.”
“The horse, John Wayne, or--”
“The horse of course,” I interrupted. “A man can always use another scoop or two of fertilizer for his garden.”
“Jim, those are sure mighty strange dream you’re having,” said Dan. “But all you writers are weird or you wouldn’t be writers.”
“The real nice part about my dream,” I continued, “is that Honest Abe, the Old Rail Splitter, said he’s been reading my new western novel, Cattle Drive, and liked it. Said it was some of the most exciting words he’d read since writing the Emancipation Proclamation.”
“You’re kidding?”
“Nope, I wouldn’t lie about something that important. Abraham Lincoln sure made my day, or should I say night. Said he also loved my new series, Jake Silverhorn’s Revenge, and would be delighted to write a supportive blurb on the back of my Cattle Drive book if I wanted one.”
“An endorsement by Abraham Lincoln!” exclaimed Dan. “That’s unbelievable.”
“That should help sell a few copies,” said I.
“So, what did our sixteenth President write on the book jacket?”
“He wrote, ‘Cattle Drive by Big Jim Williams is a great book about the Old West. I couldn’t put it down. It’s a page turner full of cattle stampedes, double-dealing gamblers, wild women, friendships, broken promises, and more gunplay than a night out in Ford’s Theatre.’”
“Wow! President Abraham Lincoln actually wrote that?”
“Yep.”
“But I still find your dreams hard to believe?” questioned Dan.
“Now,” I said, “all I need to do is get book endorsements from John Wayne and Marilyn Monroe.”








Saturday, January 10, 2015


Jan 10-2015

Happy to announce I recently won the Winter 2015 Essay Contest sponsored by The Center for Successful Aging in Santa Barbara, CA. The question was what artistic work (book, movie, song, painting etc.) impacted me the most. The Judges also let me tag the piece with my mug shot and a picture of the cover of my latest novel, Cattle Drive. Here's what I wrote: 

                     
                      "B-Westerns Made My A-List"

           To pick a movie, book, or painting that impacted me the most in my long life is not easy. However, something does come to mind that has had a strong influence on my life.
           When I was a Depression-era kid growing up in Ojai, California, there was no greater joy than scraping together (finding or begging) 12 cents to attend the Ojai Theatre and watch a great B-Western movie. Five cents more and I could buy enough penny candy from the Ojai Sweet Shop to get my sticky hands and smiling face through the newsreel, cartoon, previews, B-Western, and the main feature.
           It was really the Western I wanted to see. Why?
           Because I loved the action and never had trouble separating the good guys from the bad, and always knew that justice and goodwill would triumph by the end of the movie. The outlaws might win for a time, from robbing banks, rustling cattle, or holding the wealthy ranch owner’s lovely daughter for ransom, but by the end of the third reel the cowboys with the white hats would win, capture the outlaws, return the cattle, and save the beautiful young damsel from a terrible fate.
           Those movies were like morality plays.
           I still believe that justice will prevail and “we’ll head ‘em off at the pass.” However, at my age and with my life experiences I know justice may stumble and fall before it gets up and staggers across the finish line. Good that eventually comes out of evil seems now to take much longer than I remember as a kid.
           Movies and morals have changed, or haven’t you noticed? And it doesn’t make me happy. In today’s movies, the good guy, or gal, doesn’t always win. Sometimes it’s the bad guys, from horse thieves to gangsters and crooked politicians.
           Those old B-Westerns still influence my life at age 82, because I continue to believe that eventually good people will win. Those black-and-white action westerns, from Hopalong Cassidy and John Wayne to Roy Rogers and Gene Autry, influenced me to the point that I’m now a published author of western yarns and books. And, because I write them, I can twist the story to make sure the good guys always win.
           And something else that was good about those old times and movies: the popcorn, candy bars, and soft drinks cost only 5 cents.
                                        ###

Thanks to author and friend Joyce Oroz for posting such nice words and comments on her blog about my writing. Much appreciated.

I am so proud of my friend, Author Jim Williams--actually he goes by "Big Jim Williams" and the crook in my neck should tell you why. He's a bigger than life kinda guy with a powerful voice, and the published author of wonderful western stories and books. Look him up on Amazon! You'll feel the hard saddle, smell the sweaty horse and breath prairie dust when you open one of his books.
Here is an article Jim wrote for : Center For Successful Aging in Santa Barbara: published in the Winter 2015 issue available at www.csasb.org 

Check out Joyce's wonderful books, including SECURE THE RANCH, BEETLES IN THE BOXCAR, CUCKOO CLOCK CAPERS, and others online and on her blog at: 
http://authorjoyceoroz.blogspot.com/



                                                                             
Big Jim Williams' latest books are...

CATTLE DRIVE, about a desperate 1873 cattle drive in the heat of summer, now available from Amazon, Barns & Noble, and many other online book sources in print and as e-books. Chapters of my on-going series, JAKE SILVERHORN'S REVENGE, set in Arizona following the U. S. Civil War, are also available.

Also have yarns and stories in the new print and e-book anthologies, THE KILLER WORE CHANBERRY: A FOURTH MEAL OF MAYHEM (Untreed Read), BROKEN PROMISES (La Frontera Press),  and, IN VINO VERITAS (Thirteen Press) printed in the United Kingdom.

Hope you give them a read. I welcome all comments at my email address: bigjimwilliams2@cox.net
###




“Abraham Lincoln Likes my ‘Cattle Drive’ Book”

By Big Jim Williams


            I spoke with Abraham Lincoln the other night,” I said.
            “You did what?” asked my friend. Dan.
            “I exchanged words with the Great Emancipator,” I repeated.
            “But Abraham Lincoln’s been dead a hundred and fifty years.”
            “I thought so, too, but that didn’t stop him from swapping words about politics, books, and how the Dodgers are doing?”
            “The Dodgers? The baseball team?”
            “Abe’s a big fan. Watches all the games”
            My friend cleared his throat and smiled at me like a straightjacket salesman measuring a new client.
            “The great Civil War president,” I continued, “came right into my dream.”
            “Ah, now I understand,” said Dan. “So you admit you were dreaming.”
            “Of course. But things were just as real as when John Wayne rode a horse into my bedroom last week when I was dancing with Marilyn Monroe. Pooped on the floor, too.”
            “The horse, John Wayne, or--”
            “The horse of course,” I interrupted. “A man can always use another scoop or two of fertilizer for his garden.”
            “Jim, those are sure mighty strange dream you’re having,” said Dan. “But all you writers are weird or you wouldn’t be writers.”
            “The real nice part about my dream,” I continued, “is that Honest Abe, the Old Rail Splitter, said he’s been reading my new western novel, Cattle Drive, and liked it. Said it was some of the most exciting words he’d read since writing the Emancipation Proclamation.”
            “You’re kidding?”
            “Nope, I wouldn’t lie about something that important. Abraham Lincoln sure made my day, or should I say night. Said he also loved my new series, Jake Silverhorn’s Revenge, and would be delighted to write a supportive blurb on the back of my Cattle Drive book if I wanted one.”
            “An endorsement by Abraham Lincoln!” exclaimed Dan. “That’s unbelievable.”
            “That should help sell a few copies,” said I.
            “So, what did our sixteenth President write on the book jacket?”
            “He wrote, ‘Cattle Drive by Big Jim Williams is a great book about the Old West. I couldn’t put it down. It’s a page turner full of cattle stampedes, double-dealing gamblers, wild women, friendships, broken promises, and more gunplay than a night out in Ford’s Theatre.’”           
            “Wow! President Abraham Lincoln actually wrote that?”
            “Yep.”
            “But I still find your dreams hard to believe?” questioned Dan.
            “Now,” I said, “all I need to do is get book endorsements from John Wayne and Marilyn Monroe.”
           
###

 

 
“Why I Hate Telemarketers”
By Big Jim Williams


            I hate telemarketers!
            Who doesn’t?
            They’re about as popular as teenage acne on prom night.
            Telemarketers constantly interrupt my writing when I’m about to create a line that will make my novel an overnight classic, such as, “Heathcliff pressed his feverish lips to—-“
    Then the phone rings. I pick it up and hear a recorded voice say, “Your credit cards are--”
            Click!
            I hang up.
            I’m on a “do not call” list. But it doesn’t matter. I also get telemarketing calls on my cell phone. Won’t these pests ever leave me alone?
            I return to my computer. Now, where was I? Oh, yes, I was writing about Healthcliff as he was about to “...press his feverish lips to...”
    Ring! Ring!
            Another interruption.
            “Hello,” I answer, still trying to be polite.
    “This is not a sales call...” lies the recorded disembodied phone voice.
            Click! I curse and hang up as my rage builds.
             Back again to Heathcliff’s feverish lips.
            But it always takes several minutes to remember what I was writing and where I wanted to take the storyline of my great American novel, which, I believe, will sell millions if I add lots of steamy sex.
            Ring! Ring!
            Oh, God, not again.
            Poor Heathcliff is never gonna kiss anyone.
            I pick up the phone, and shout, “Hello, Hello.” No one is there. The line is as dead as a week-old glass of beer. Probably just another telemarketer who dialed and then decided to take his coffee break.
            Sometimes, when receiving telemarketing calls, I think I hear voices in the back ground, voices I believe are plotting to call again as soon as Heathcliff puckers his lips, which, probably by now, are forever puckered in place and chapped.
            Then:
    Ring! Ring!
    I answer and hear, “You’re now eligible to receive at no cost a free personal medical alert system--“
            Click.
    Then minutes later.
            Ring! Ring!
    “Don’t hang up, this is not a sales call,” claimed another recorded voice.
            I hang up.
    A friend patiently listens through a telemarketer’s long spiel and then asks to speak to the supervisor. When the head honcho comes to the phone—-thinking he’s going to make a big sale—-my friend releases every expletive known to mankind, including new one’s he plans to copyright.
            The calls never stop, especially during ones nap time, dinner, or when watching a favorite TV show. 
            All telemarketers should be gagged and tied to railroad tracks. However, my idea of hell for telemarketers would be to chain them to a bank of telephones that would ring only whenever they tried to sleep. 
            I know I can get a bunch of telemarketing-hating volunteers to call them 24/7, an endless string of sleep-interrupting loud phone calls continuing through all eternity.
            They don’t call me “Mr. Nice Guy” for nothing.
            But what about Heathcliff? I return to my great American novel. He’s probably still puckered up and looking for Chapstick to ease the pain of his sandpaper lips. And did he ever get a chance to kiss the girl?
            Ring! Ring!
            I’ll answer those questions just as soon as I answer another call from a damned telemarketer.
            Hmm. I think I’ll answer and put him on hold.
###
     


                                              “I Collect Old Computers”


By Big Jim Williams


            I’m a collector of old computers. Like old friends I find them hard to discard.
            “Aren’t you ever going to throw out that old Amstrad word processor you bought thirty years ago?” asked my wife.
            “That keyboard and I spent a lot of hours together writing rejected manuscripts.”
            “It’s collecting dust in our bedroom closet.”
            “Yeah,” I challenged, “and I’ve got four more like ‘em in the garage.”
            “Junk ‘em!” ordered my wife.
            “I don’t throw old things I love away,” I said, “including you. But one more word and I may change my mind.”
            The British-made Amstrad--that only a computer museum director has ever heard of--served me well. The additional four Amstrads, gifts from friends who advanced to real computers, proves you can never have too many spare parts. Just ask an orbiting astronaut with a broken toilet seat.
            However, while working in education as a publicist, I advanced from a manual typewriter (I hate electric ones) to my first office computer, a Hewlett-Packard HP-150 in the mid-1980s that used a touch screen and introduced the 3-1/2 inch floppy disk drive to computers.
            Most people claim touch screens didn’t exit then. They did. A Google search of Old Hewlett-Packard Computers will bring it up.
            The small screen’s frame was circled with a series of tiny holes. When I touched the screen, it did what it was supposed to do: delete, highlight, spell check, or cut and paste. This was looooooong before the iPAD.
            My HP was linked to a matrix printer that produced a sound like buzzing bees.
            After I left the job, I replaced my home Amstrad with a Compaq computer that still lurks like a lost relative in the corner of my office, attached to an old, old sea-anchor size Canon printer I refuse to toss because I’ve refilled the ink cartridge more times than my car’s gasoline tank.
            I eventually advanced to a 20-inch Mac desktop computer with more toots and whistles than a Mississippi paddlewheel. In recent years I’ve added a used Mac laptop, and now have a touch-screen iPad that came with my birthday.
            I’ve failed to mention a strange little word processor laptop (it runs on three AAA batteries) purchased several years ago. It’s called an AlphaSmart, comes with a four-line screen, and hides in my car trunk. I often write with it while waiting in doctors’ offices and, later at home, transfer text via cable to my desktop.
            If all else fails, including a power outage, there’s always my old manual typewriter wrapped in layers of plastic in my garage. And if I can’t find my typewriter, there’s always pencil and paper.
            A three-day power outage did occur during my former job and I did use my manual typewriter, the only one in all the many offices. I was clicking keys while everyone else twiddled their thumbs.
            The point of all this:
            When it comes to writing, write on whatever you have, from a stone tablet or papyrus to the latest PC, Mac, or tablet. Just write, that’s the important thing.
            And if all else fails, there’s always pencil and paper.
                                                      ###

When I was a kid going to Saturday matinee movies in California for 12 cents I loved watching westerns, weather it was Hoppy, Gene, Roy or John Wayne heading the bad guys off at the pass. It wasn’t just the action I enjoyed but it was the fact that any conflict between the rustlers and the sheriff would end about two hours later with the good guys winning. I loved that and believed it. That is what I now find missing in our society, and in the movies and on television. The good guys don’t always win and the bad guys often get the applause and are loved and honored. Not right. I still want the good guys to win and that is one of the many reasons I love to write westerns, because in my computer the good guys are going to win. They bring a bit of sanity into the Old West where my mind wants to live. And maybe, just maybe, I lived back there too as a mountain man, a wrangler pushing cattle of the Chishom, or a man with a gun on his hip and badge on his chest. There is right in this world, and I try to find it in my Western. I’m like a new hand in the bunkhouse when it comes to writing my book CATTLE DRIVE for High Noon Press. I’ve also written Westerns for Western Horseman, The Livestock (Texas) Weekly, The PokerRoomNews, RopeAndWire, and Frontier Tales. In CATTLE DRIVE I've tucked all the characters, action and tough guys into the pages. However, keep an eye on the good guys, because they just may win in between all that action.

                                                         --Big Jim

“I’m now a member of an organization of Western writers called, Western Fictioneers (WF).” It has opened doors to new friends and wonderful publishing opportunities. Recent publishing credits include: “Sarah’s Christmas Miracle,” in WF’s, Wolf Creek: Book 10, O Deadly Night, and Chapter 1, in WF’s forthcoming, Wolf Creek Book 12, The Dead of Winter.
         Also accepted, “The Coat,” in the mid-2014 anthology, Broken Problems (La Frontera Press), recent publishers of my, “The Bounty Hunters” story in the, Dead or Alive book. “The Coat” is about two fleeing desperados who fight over one coat to survive during a deadly frontier snowstorm.
         Another credit is, “The Mashed Potato/Cranberry Thanksgiving Murder Case,” in the Killer Wore Cranberry, Room for Thirds (Untreed Reads), featuring a Police Detective named Sedgwick Segway, nicknamed “Scooter” by his fellow officers. It was a fun piece to write.
     All are available through Amazon.
                                      * * *
         
When I was growing up in a small town in Southern California, reading didn’t come easy for me. My mother helped teach me to read, using a method she had learned as a child. “Now, Jimmie,” she said, “sound out the words.” That’s something I did then and still do if I can’t pronounce something. With her help and that of many wonderful teachers, especially my sixth grade teacher, Mrs. Herman, I gradually learned to read and the wonderful world of books opened!

                                                         (bigjimwilliams2@cox.net)
         --
       



Friday, December 5, 2014


                                                     +++                  
                                                                             Posted Dec 5-2014              

Big Jim Williams' latest books are...

CATTLE DRIVE, about a desperate 1873 cattle drive in the heat of summer, now available from Amazon, Barns & Noble, and many other online book sources in print and as e-books. Chapters of my on-going series, JAKE SILVERHORN'S REVENGE, set in Arizona following the U. S. Civil War, are also available.

Also have yarns and stories in the new print and e-book anthologies, THE KILLER WORE CHANBERRY: A FOURTH MEAL OF MAYHEM (Untreed Read), BROKEN PROMISES (La Frontera Press),  and, IN VINO VERITAS (Thirteen Press, United Kingdom).

Hope you give them a read. I welcome all comments at my email address: bigjimwilliams2@cox.net


                                 "Why  I Hate Telemarketers”
                                        By Big Jim Williams

                     Author, CATTLE DRIVE (High Noon Press) &
              JAKE SILVERHORN'S REVENGE series (H. N. Press)

I hate telemarketers!
Who doesn’t?
They’re about as popular as teenage acne on prom night.
Telemarketers constantly interrupt my writing when I’m about to create a line that will make my novel an overnight classic, such as, “Heathcliff pressed his feverish lips to—-“
    Then the phone rings. I pick it up and hear a recorded voice say, “Your credit cards are--”
Click!
I hang up.
I’m on a “do not call” list. But it doesn’t matter. I also get telemarketing calls on my cell phone. Won’t these pests ever leave me alone?
I return to my computer. Now, where was I? Oh, yes, I was writing about Healthcliff as he was about to “...press his feverish lips to...”
    Ring! Ring!
Another interruption.
“Hello,” I answer, still trying to be polite.
    “This is not a sales call...” lies the recorded disembodied phone voice.
Click! I curse and hang up as my rage builds.
  Back again to Heathcliff’s feverish lips.
But it always takes several minutes to remember what I was writing and where I wanted to take the storyline of my great American novel, which, I believe, will sell millions if I add lots of steamy sex.
Ring! Ring!
Oh, God, not again.
Poor Heathcliff is never gonna kiss anyone.
I pick up the phone, and shout, “Hello, Hello.” No one is there. The line is as dead as a week-old glass of beer. Probably just another telemarketer who dialed and then decided to take his coffee break.
Sometimes, when receiving telemarketing calls, I think I hear voices in the back ground, voices I believe are plotting to call again as soon as Heathcliff puckers his lips, which, probably by now, are forever puckered in place and chapped.
Then:
    Ring! Ring!
    I answer and hear, “You’re now eligible to receive at no cost a free personal medical alert system--“
Click.
    Then minutes later.
Ring! Ring!
    “Don’t hang up, this is not a sales call,” claimed another recorded voice.
I hang up.
    A friend patiently listens through a telemarketer’s long spiel and then asks to speak to the supervisor. When the head honcho comes to the phone—-thinking he’s going to make a big sale—-my friend releases every expletive known to mankind, including new one’s he plans to copyright.
The calls never stop, especially during ones nap time, dinner, or when watching a favorite TV show.
All telemarketers should be gagged and tied to railroad tracks. However, my idea of hell for telemarketers would be to chain them to a bank of telephones that would ring only whenever they tried to sleep.
I know I can get a bunch of telemarketing-hating volunteers to call them 24/7, an endless string of sleep-interrupting loud phone calls continuing through all eternity.
They don’t call me “Mr. Nice Guy” for nothing.
But what about Heathcliff? I return to my great American novel. He’s probably still puckered up and looking for Chapstick to ease the pain of his sandpaper lips. And did he ever get a chance to kiss the girl?
Ring! Ring!
I’ll answer those questions just as soon as I answer another call from a damned telemarketer.
Hmm. I think I’ll answer and put him on hold.
                                              ###