M. Louise Smith is a native Texan, firmly believing that her family roots were nourished in the warm waters of the Gulf of Mexico. Born in Robstown, she has lived in Southern California, New Mexico, Houston and Austin, Texas. As a former avid clay artist, she exhibited in shows and galleries throughout Texas and Colorado with her architect husband. They enjoy traveling throughout the US and abroad. They currently reside in Northern Colorado. After spending numerous years in the corporate world with an international aviation brokerage firm, and then marketing, writing and advertising for a large insurance company, she diverted her attention to her love of writing novels and screenplays. Her Texas background is apparent in the locales and fond remembrances she often inserts. She has functioned as a panelist at writers’ conferences and visited remote locations with an Authors in the Bush program in Alaska. She is the author of seven novels, the terrorist saga, The Pact, a mature women’s romance, Accidental Wife, and the Texas occult Torn Shadow, the four-book amateur sleuth series of the Middy Brown Journals for women 45+, and three motion picture scripts.
COOPER
The Journey of a Congenial Neurotic
by M. Louise Smith
COOPER
The Journey of a Congenial Neurotic
by M. Louise Smith
Published Aug 16, 2017
250 Pages
Genre: FICTION / General
Book Details
What would you do if you were COOPER…?
What if…a dream seems to be a reality, you but you don’t recognize the person conversing with you, and that person tells you something about yourself that you don’t know but you accept as fact, until you wake up; and then it begins to haunt you What if…you walk into a room and see someone who doesn’t belong there, but is apparently awaiting your greeting; then closing your eyes and shaking your head, you look again, apprehensive, and chide yourself, seeing only an empty room? Perhaps words had been spoken, and they remain crystal clear…in your mind What if…an old photograph is found among the detritus of past generations, and there you are, in 1903, in a formal portrait with the same low side-parting of the unruly mop of hair, the same high forehead, identical hard, cynical eyes…a dead ringer What if…you completely forget where you are or where you have been or where you are supposed to be; and then suddenly recognize, just for a split-second, the slow and deliberate disbanding of your mind… What would you do…?