My Friend JC Simmons

My friend of  sixty-plus years, J C Simmons, currently of Union, Newton Country, Mississippi, sent me just yesterday, an advance copy of his soon to be released novel,  The Candela of Cancri.     

This is the tenth, and,  he says,  the final work of the Jay Leicester (aviator / action hero) series.  I am talking with him about doing a full-blown novel digging into the development of aviation in the post-WWII years set in Missoula, Montana.  He knows enough about the flying history of our country and about writing to do a splendid job on this subject. 

I had the honor,  good fortune, to  see and review  C of C , chapter by chapter, as it came off his computer.  To you writers out there: if you get the opportunity to do this kind of editing, jump all over it! … It opens up an entirely new perspective on the writing process.    

 He was kind to mention my name in his acknowledgements …

                                                                      Acknowledgments:

Carolyn Matthews Simmons: The finest thing ever raised on a Mississippi farm and for making it all possible.

Lisa Jones: My “Editor in Chief.” She has always been a part of the process.

Jeanne Kroker: My “West Coast Editor.

Debbie Bennett: For seeing through the haze.

Tom Honea:  Friend, classmate, gridiron teammate, and fellow writer. An amazing insight into all things literati. Remember his name.

John Mutziger, D.O.: For keeping me alive to pen this work, and bringing the reality of medicine to the fore.

Rick Shackelford: For always being a friend, and the “Shack” of thesenovels.

Edgar Grissom, M.D.: A friend of forty years who started me on this path. His insight into the Royal R. Rife frequency generator and its medical effectiveness kept this novel grounded in reality.

                                                                                                                             … thanks, Bear !

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About Tom Honea

the south mississippi i grew up in did not yet have paved roads or telephones or televisions. it did have great story tellers, on front porches in the summer or around the fire place in the winter. we were poverty stricken, financially but not culturally. we didn't know it. everybody up and down the road was in the same boat. . after forty years of day jobs i am approaching my "fishing years." i plan to spend them writing. i have a finished and edited deep south novel in the "marketing" stages. currently i'm deep into a WW II home front piece set in the Hampton Roads, VA area. notes and character sketches are already underway for "From Hiroshima to Elvis" ( the ten years after the war ) on the coastal areas of South Carolina. . visit asheville ... come and see me.
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