Sleep late on Sunday morning?
Ain’t gonna happen with mystical magical Merlin Samuel Salem Saberhagen in the house.
Get a little outlining done since you’re up?
Not with the new editor.
Look at this cat. Would ya look at him?! 😆
Just Me Talking to Myself
#WTH (What the Heck Wednesday)
From the porch this morning:
The buzzards are chasing the cats; the cats are chasing the chickens; the Chihuahua is humping anything that doesn’t move and the dog is wondering what the heck is going on?!
Me? I’m just rocking and watching and laughing my butt off.
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Coffee With the Birds
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I Was Just Thinking … Quotes & Covers & Useless Experiments
I love this quote:
“There is more in you of good than you know, child of the kindly West. Some courage and some wisdom, blended in measure. If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Hobbit
And while thinking (or living out loud and flinging cake against the wall) it occurred to me:
J.R.R. Tolkien’s quote from The Hobbit may have inspired GREED, a trio of short stories. Though these stories are another genre and tremble in the shadows of Tolkien’s [other] worldly genius, it is the bent finger of that beautiful quote that lured me to my conclusion.
About GREED:
What does A Face in the Falls, August Wolf and The Sharecropper’s Son have in common?
These stories reveal the perplexities, the strengths and the weakness of people that are true to life and, like life; these stories expose the innate greed present in mankind.
“There is more in you of good than you know, child of the kindly West. Some courage and some wisdom, blended in measure. If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Hobbit
We have changed the book cover at all stores except Amazon. Call it a lopsided useless experiment. 😉
The Amazon cover
B&N, iBook’s, Kobo (and all other stores) cover
A Face in the Falls was first published in Unshod, An Anthology of Traditional and Contemporary Western Short Stories by AIW Press,LLC
Psst. If you haven’t read The Hobbit or want to re-read it again there is a special 75th anniversary audio/video edition for for $9.99. MeRrY ChristMas to you, huh. 😀
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Look at this Cat
Look at this blasted cat. This is reason #17 for not getting anything done today. 😀
I’m falling off my stool here. Would you just look at this cat!
No, seriously, look at him. Look. At. This Cat.
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August is Hell and That’s Just Peachy
Did you know August is National Peach Month?
The first thing(s) that came to mind when I read the notification was:
Ham’s Orchard – a peach orchard not far from here that sells peach ice cream as well as a hundred other things; The Peach Orchard Ogre – a short story I wrote years ago, and August Wolf – another story.
What do these things have in common?
Nothing other than giving you a glimpse at how my mind works, a lame promo and a reason to say, “August is hell and that’s just peachy.”
Oh, and the GIF is kind of cute too.
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I wear your shoes
We had pulled over and began hiking a random hill in Eureka Springs Arkansas. I thought we were going for a leisurely drive so I was not dressed for such an occasion; nonetheless I followed the others up the hill. I slipped and giggled, the sound caught my son’s attention. His eyes scanned me quickly. Seeing I was unharmed he shook his head and smiled.
“Are you wearing Mamaw’s shoes?” he asked. I nodded and laughed, brushing away the dirt and leaves before wriggling my foot back into the loafer.
“You should write about that.” He said, resuming his sure footed trek.
He did not need to say more, we both understood.
I wear your shoes
I have your purse …
Filled with scraps of paper –
Scribblings of ancient phone numbers,
and a message from me, the old me.
I have your wallet –
Your social security card,
a useless driver’s license,
a few crinkled one dollar bills
and a handful of change.
I have your letters –
A few anyway,
Written to daddy
Unstamped envelopes with no address
Because there is no zip code
for the dead.
I wear your shoes –
Black loafers with a silver buckle
They fit my feet comfortably
But they pinch my heart
The sole, too thick with patience
and forgiveness and tolerance
Slows my step and weighs me down
The pain of the soft ebony leather
is almost more than I can bear
I place one foot in front of the other
and wonder…
Will this mile ever end?
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Taken from the poetic memoir Getting Me back (The Voices Within). Those are the actual shoes written about in the photo above.
Tomorrow morning, Sunday May 14th, I will share a [more upbeat] Mother’s Day gift with my followers (please share it with yours), in the afternoon I will happily celebrate the day with my children (I hope you spend the day with yours), Sunday night I will cry myself to sleep knowing that next Sunday May 21st marks the fourth year of her passing. 
Monday I will blow my nose, find something to laugh about and get busy living because that is how it should be.
