Showing posts from November, 2015

our book is up!

Read the first chapter at Heroes and Heartbreakers.

chook chook

all the ladies in the yard--six at work. From far left in a circle: SusieTCD, C3b, C3, pisspot, splotchy (duh) and Shelly I was watching the chooks yesterday because I had work to do and nothing is more satisfying than watching chickens when you feel guilty about shirking work. Those ladies are the busiest creatures on the planet. So much scratching to do. More pecking on the agenda. They only rest for dust baths and even those are important for maintenance. Anyway. chooks. The pecking order seems far more complicated than I'd first noticed and it shifts all the time. Splotchy will peck anyone who comes near her. All flee as she struts past. But she doesn't get first dibs at food. So apparently aggression isn't the only hallmark of Big Bird on the Block. And Shitheel (or Pisspot for the more refined among us) gets pecked by everyone, but she can still chase her big big big sister (big) around. Speaking of big sister, Susie the ChickenDog, she is always at the bot

Some stories come so smoothly

They're practically greased up. Slick as can be. The story simply shows up, tip its hat, maybe blows on some loaded dice--loaded in your favor of course--and politely waits for you to settle at the computer. "No, hon, don't panic. I won't slip away or suddenly make no sense. Go on, enjoy the ride for once. Get some coffee even. I'll still be here. And maybe you'll come up with some great lines while you're pouring the half-and-half." I had one of the easy numbers last week show up and it was made even easier when Bonnie agreed to come along. I was reading articles about the London vaudeville scene -- music halls, rather, and read about Don Leno, watched a video or two of him and . . . now we have a novella. I love those easy stories even more than I love chocolate. Of course there's no knowing if anyone else will like them. That's the part I don't like.