Roy M. Griffis

Roy M. Griffis


Captain America

Texas Is Way More Freakytown Than I Expected

I have stayed at the Emily Morgan hotel, where a couple of freaky things happened late at night. I plan on checking out some of the others in the future.
These are the most haunted places in Texas, according to Yelp:
  1. The Driskill – Austin, TX
  2. The Driskill Bar – Austin, TX
  3. Menger Hotel – San Antonio, TX
  4. Clay Pit – Austin, TX
  5. Miss Molly’s Hotel – Fort Worth, TX
  6. Monteleone’s – El Paso, TX
  7. The Emily Morgan Hotel – San Antonio, TX
  8. The Alamo – San Antonio, TX
  9. Jefferson Hotel – Jefferson, TX
  10. The Tremont House Hotel – Galveston, TX



Lots to Do in 2022


I’m way behind on updating this blog with all the Kool Stuff that’s going on.  But life is what happens when you’re working to make the  Kool Stuff real.

So far this year, my wife, Alisa, has had a full knee replacement, and I was doing my best to assist with that.  We had to put our oldest dog, Hans, to sleep (fast-growing cancer).  Then I got hit by COVID 4.x or whatever it is.  First couple of days were a major drag due to the chills and fatigue, but now it’s more less a head cold.  I’ll be back at the day job tomorrow.

That’s not Kool Stuff, however.





Those we have loved…

The theme for 2022 is starting to look like “losing those we love.”  Just before Thanksgiving, our oldest cat, Felix, died suddenly and peacefully.  We knew he was old (almost 19 is our guess, since he was a rescue), and we knew it was coming, but he wasn’t in any pain or distress, as far as we could tell.

He was a great big bundle of love, comforter to so many children (like my son, below, in 2006), as well as the kind of feline that made “cat-haters” reconsider their prejudices.  He was always calm and easy-going, with a deep rumbling purr whenever we petted him, and I am growing misty-eyed writing that line.


Things Change

And they keep changing

I was going to write a quick note about having to change my desk layout to accommodate Babykat.  She has taken to sitting on my keyboard tray, basically with her head on my left hand as I type (new aliment:  cat-induced carpal tunnel).  Which means I’ve had to shift my work space to the right a little to make room for her.

But then I realized I’d also need to provide some context for this new behavior.  

You see, our older cat, Felix (final photo of him below) died suddenly and peacefully just before Thanksgiving.  He was nearly 20 years, well-loved by everyone.  

Babykat spent her whole life with him (and me and our family).  Simple

For my reading friends:

Introducing Sarah Hoyt

Author Sarah Hoyt is a very accomplished writer and an awfully interesting lady. She was born, raised, and largely educated in Portugal, before striking out for the freedom of the United States. She writes in a variety of genres (like an old-school pulp master, and a lot like your humble narrator), and is also one of the most fiercely patriotic Americans I know.

This week, “Other Rhodes (Rhodes Mysteries Book 1),” the first book in one of her many Science Fiction series is on sale.  

To really get a full taste of her many novels (including cozy mysteries), check out her website at  She really does have something for almost anyone who loves to read.


Let the self-pimping commence!

The first book in my  new comic fantasy series, 𝐂𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐥𝐡𝐮, 𝐀𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 is on sale December 7 – 11.

𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕’𝒔 𝒂 𝒏𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝑺𝒉𝒐𝒈𝒈𝒐𝒕𝒉 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒅𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒅𝒖𝒎𝒑 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔?

Narg was content working as a Damnation Services-10 in HR. Sure, he was related to one of the Elder Gods, but a little nepotism never hurt any Thing. His life was just wailing and gibbering, right up until his Uncle needed a small favor from his nephew.

All Narg had to do was go down among the humans…and pretend to be one of 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚.


𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫’𝐬 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐄𝐥𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐇𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫: this is the untold story of the ghastly, unappreciated (and entirely expendable) minor

Writer Problems

Not tryin' to save anybody's life here

But it’s damned annoying.

Dunno about any of you, but I kind of have a clock in my head (it takes up more mental space the older I get, but that’s a confession for another time).   The clock is multi-functional, tracking hours, days, years, and regret…yes, I had to pay extra to get that feature installed.

Regardless, yesterday I was printing a copy of my next, as-yet unreleased novel  (The Auditors of Doom) for my son to read and I happened to notice that the formatting on the internal dialogue was incorrect.  It should be in italics, but most of it was in normal text.

For what it’s worth, it turns

An Idea Occurred To Me

An idea so crazy it might just work

As Babykat's expression attests, this is not my first time at the wacky idea rodeo
One thing I love is getting reactions from readers.  Whether Amazon reviews, comments on my webpage, responses to my Facebook posts, or even emails directly to me, I dig almost all of them.
While the odd bit of praise is certainly gratifying, one of the most unexpected pleasures of those interactions are the stories readers will sometimes tell.
Like the lady in New Zealand who worked in the swingin’ 60s for director and comedian Peter Cook (best known in America as the bishop with a weird speech impediment in “The Princess Bride,” but very cutting edge at