Rated G for gross
The gruesome photograph that inspired the title [and the book cover] for Once Upon a Dead Gull. That was 3 1/2 years ago and [amazingly] this cover hasn’t changed.
A peculiar short story anthology, I admit, but it was written for the horror genre.
Even more peculiar is that none of these stories are about a dead gull.
The poor seagull’s parting gift to mankind… to me, was simply to inspire a title I had been struggling with.
A world inside a world inside a world…
Creation is mind boggling. Just when you think you have it all figured out you realize you don’t know jack-squat.
This fact just re-occurred to me.
I take pictures to clear my mind and maybe I was pouting a little because an author friend told me I missed a great opportunity to create a buzz with the books released this summer. Yeah. The 2017 Summer Release.
It was an accurate observation but as I said before, “The only buzz I am motivated to create comes in the aftermath of consuming liquor.”
I was just being silly, the truth is I don’t drink much but maybe I should – I would be much more
Tick-tock, tick-tock… Tsk, tsk, tsk.
There I was, hanging my head, dragging my camera along like a blanket as I clomped outside and boom!
“My goodness, look at the Marigolds!”
I forgot about creating anything and became enchanted by the creation around me.
Just FYI: lying on the ground with a camera can be very relaxing and entertaining and educational and thought provoking… and itchy.
These photographs are just a few of the larger insects. I tell you it is like another world inside that flowerbed! I plan to go back out there and lay down again… as soon as these ant bites clear up.
I do love to write some mystery but after finishing Cloud Wrangler, The Sharecropper’s Son and Greed I decided to take a break from writing for a bit and since it is getting too hot to grow much here more than weeds y’all know that means I’ve been taking more pictures.
I was telling a few friends (because, bless my heart, I only have a few) on my new Facebook page about Pretty Kitty Puddin Jam wanting to be a star.
I took a few photos of her and they were accepted at Dreamstime and now she thinks she’s an icon!
I don’t mind her being a little prissy about it, I get it. I was cute once. I have a beautiful daughter and granddaughters. Heck all the women I know are beautiful and sometimes we get a little “full of ourselves” – it happens. BUT, it is not okay to be cheeky and mean. At least not to our own clan – our tribal members – our own sisters and that is what [not so] Pretty Kitty did. They usually play so well together. Usually.
So here’s what happened…
I thought it would be adorable to get a few pictures of Mia Bella (aka Mimi or Mimi-fifikins) and Miss Puddin Jam playing in a basket outdoors. After all, who wouldn’t smile at the image of a kitten and a Chihuahua playfully scuffling in a white wicker basket that just happened to be sitting in shade of jasmine ivy?
So I situated the basket, helped the two inside and told them, “just have fun.” As I turned back to take my position for the shoot I heard a belittling remark followed by a peculiar plluuhh. I whipped around and snapped.
Oh my goodness, I snapped alright – in more ways than one! I told Miss Pretty Kitty Puddin Jam that she was the ugliest cat I had ever seen in all my life. A knock-kneed, cock-eyed, dull-witted, poor excuse of a pet! I gave her the “pretty is as pretty does” lecture and told her she should be ashamed for spitefully hurting her sister.
The truth is she has all the makings of a star and maybe on some subconscious level I am jealous? Maybe I expect too much from a kitten? Maybe I need medicine? Oh lord, we can analyze it later but I told her I would never [ever] take her picture again unless she kissed Mimi and said she was sorry.
Like most stars her apology appeared reluctant and less than heartfelt but what can I say? This is my crazy life… obsessed at the moment with cats and conundrums.