Erik Dolson: Writer

The road out of Nicoya turned into a one way and I was glad Susan was asleep. The streets were narrow, busy and things were happening quickly. Street signs to Samara or Nosara had disappeared, and I was going this direction by gut instinct.

When the truck coming fast the other way filled the entire street and almost the windshield, and I had to dive into the driveway of a bus station to avoid a head-on, I was sure the swerve would wake Susan up. Thankfully, she still slept.

My daughter K.C is like that. Fifteen minutes out of the … Read more… →

There’s a Yoga retreat at lovely Sugar Beach Hotel on Playa Pan de Azucar, Potrero, Costa Rica. There’s large circular pavilion, probably 50 feet across, where the 15 or so yogettes? position and absorb twice a day while listening to the crashing of waves.

At other times they go on hikes, tours, maybe even zip lining. In the evenings, they sit at a long table in the dining area and, after a short verbal prayer, share a meal.

Yesterday, while they were gone during the day, Susan jumped rope for an hour in the pavilion, then worked out for another. … Read more… →

I love the GPS on my phone, my Link, except when it’s wrong.

It has taken me to a road called “Monkey Trail” for the last 15 kilometers of the trip. The books warn against taking Monkey Trail. One kilometer in, the trail fords a creek of depth I can’t judge. I back up and turn around.

A petulant navigator, GPS nags and sulks when I say that it was wrong, and keeps trying to send me down unmarked roads. I finally mute the volume. I begin to use a paper map for guidance.

GPS stares at me. “I thought … Read more… →

Susan looked at the corner by the bedroom door.

“What’s that?!” she said, an edge in her voice. “Is it a bug or a door stop?” She wasn’t wearing her glasses.

“It’s just the door stop,” I said, looking over to the corner where the black rubber bumper of the stainless steel stop did look a little dark and ominous.

At least, that’s what I thought she had seen as we were pulling our things together in Playa Hermosa for the late checkout and ride to our next stop in Costa Rica.

It’s not like there wasn’t reason to think … Read more… →

In a week (!) I leave again for the rainforest of Costa Rica. It will be a different trip than last March, when I wandered alone from place to place with no itinerary.

This trip, Susan and I will land in San Jose and head north to Monteverde for a couple of days for monkeys and jungle, then to the coast for a week or so seeking warmth and sand (sun if we’re lucky), then someplace else for a week. We’ll see when we get there.

I hope to wrap up the first draft of “Butterflies” while I’m there, and … Read more… →

Jessica’s book, “Exposed,” is on a special promotion from the publisher. The Kindle edition is free.

I don’t know for how long. One more day or two, I think.

As I write this, and it changes hourly, “Exposed” is ranked #1,548 of all books that are currently free in the Kindle store, #46 in the Erotica category, and #6 in the subcategory of Erotic Suspense.

This bodes well.

If you’d like to get a copy for your Kindle or your computer, now would be a great time to do so. Free to you, helps the book.

Someone I’m very close to has just released a new book. It’s available on Amazon, here.

“Exposed” by Jessica Love is classified as erotic fiction, but it’s more than that. Jessica has a wry, different view on sexuality, commentary on the roles of men and women in and out of the bedroom, a few erotic scenes in a public setting (her favorite), and she tells a pretty good story set in Seattle.

“Exposed” even has a few words about racing, and golf, and relates those to sex. I have no idea where she got her information. I don’t play golf.

It’s … Read more… →

Mother’s Day

Sam lay down after wrapping his arm in a towel and his belt around that. In 10 minutes, he was asleep. In 10 minutes more, I had bandaged the arm and walked back down to the patio, and was relieved that Tina was still there.

“Are you okay?” she asked.

“Yeah. Sorry about that. I get these spells and I black out. Did I say anything weird?”

I asked the question to prompt the discussion I knew she wanted to have.

“Say anything?” she laughed nervously. “No, not much. You just shoved a fork into your arm.” … Read more… →