All posts by Jack Bessie

Dear God It’s been 3 years?

Time flies. In case you wonder, I’ve been busy. The wife has been in failing health and that, plus renovating the house has made staying up to date impossible. The good news is that during this time, I wrote the second Wizard’s Daughter book, Dragon’s Bane, and did the 3rd and last volume of the Elvin Princess Fantasy set. Now if I can get them final proofed and live.

Currently writing a dystopian novel and am 655 pages in. I see signs that I’m at the final run to the conclusion. 210,000 words so far. I’ve also managed to write half of a coming of age/romance called Shadow of Regret. I said I was busy.

Anyway, I’ll try not to neglect this site so much.


Sorry for the long absence.

Had the 2nd knee replaced in February  and just now getting back to normal.

On Chapter 56 of the final Elvin Princess book (#3, Prince)  at 108,000+ words and have 20+ chapters to go.

Besides all the other book plots, I’ve now got a Dystopian Artificial Intelligence gone evil story I’m thinking about. Have a wickedly dubious cast, and some wicked details in mind. Problem is, I’m dying to do a three book Steampunk/alternate reality set of 3 books., not to mention the next 6 Wizard’s Daughter teen adventure fantasy books.

I don’t lack for ideas or plots.


Bessie-isms and Quotable for October 13, 2017


*Well, nothing like four days in the hospital to remind you of your mortality! I’d also suggest that dying before 40 probably isn’t all that bad either, just for what suffering you’d get to avoid.

*Autumn, like spring, is an odd sort of season, where you can go from heat to air-conditioning three times a day, and still not keep up.


It is easy to flatter; it is hard to praise.

Jean Paul Richter

Photo Post for October 9, 2017

Ladies, don’t be so disingenuous. Don’t criticize us poor men for admiring the charms you so blatantly expose to public view. We like seeing what you expose too much to pretend to disinterest, and if you were honest, you’d confess that should we do so, you’d be hurt and feel slighted. Each to his proper place: you display, we will admire.