Critters in the Woods Serial!

First, my indy bookstore Old Lady Who? has been busier…thanks so much for orders! The most touching order was a lady in NYC who ordered a very nice Pop-Up book – I imagined her trapped in her apartment with her child out of school. Maybe not even close to the real scene, but it felt so good to supply that ray of sunshine in any case.

As promised earlier this week: Critters in the Woods CRITTERS IN CRISIS Serial starts today. I hope you enjoy it; it does NOT have anything in it to remind us of a pandemic.

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Critters Want to Help!

Greetings!

The Critters in the Woods gave me a real talkin’ to this weekend: We want to cheer you folks up! Therefore I clicked some pics of the little fellers and took dictation. This first one is just a starter. Later this week they have an exciting, thriller-action 20 part serial (or so, they can’t count worth a hoot) they want to give out. Look for their acting prowess every weekday! (Um, I only have internet from up here in town. When I get home to the cabin on the weekends its just me and the Critters.)

Click to make it big enough to read!

 

 

Have Some Reading Time?

Happy Friday to all you folks!

Lots of us are becoming home-bound, at least for a while. As an avid reader for all my life (since I chewed on my Little Golden Books), my go-to is to comb the shelves.  Don’t have enough to read? The TV wearing you out? How about these ideas?

Amazon has my Elise t’Hoot Galactic Adventure series ready for eBook download, as well as a variety of Take-A-Break Shorts. Just sayin‘, they’re worth a peek. You’d even have time to review them!

I’m still able to get to the Post Office…and they’re still open. If you need something to in your hands to read, I have another suggestion!

 

Old Lady Who?

Horse Branch, KY, U.S.A.

Joined May 1, 2016

I have an Online Bookstore called Old Lady Who? It’s on the ABE Books website, where independent booksellers all over the place work together to sell new and gently used books. There are hundred of thousands of books – there’s bound to be something you like. Good for independents and good to recycle perfectly good books…and good for the reader! The postal delivery may be delayed because of the great increase in ordering stuff these days, but the book should reach you. I mailed out two books this week! Check out ABEBooks !

Take-A-Break SHORTS!

Yippee! I got all the current batch of Take-A-Break Shorts! uploaded to Kindle and they’re coming LIVE as we speak! They’re a great variety, why not try one?

Soon I think I’ll put some together in a print book too; I love print books.

Next will be more in the Otto & Sock series about the Mennonite guy and his mod girlfriend and how they manage staying together on spaceships roaming the solar system!

 

Oh, I have bee mulling ideas about historical fiction featuring Ma as she was growing up in the South Carolina barrier islands. She used to tell me wild stories about her and her brother Joe! I’m sure she would not mind me embellishing…lots. We’ll see, there’s so much to do!

Wow, if you get any of the Elise t’Hoot series be sure to start with The Might of Defiance about how Elise gets from Earth to communing with weird aliens far our into the galaxy.

Shameless promotion I know, but gee whiz I’m so proud of them all!

Stupid Cupid!

 

I had crush on a shy guy

I’d seen him look my way

I felt the arrow of love

But how to say be mine? Kiss me! Say the word, you got me!

Light bulb, a Valentine!

I picked one out that said ‘You’re on my mind’

I looked high and low, where’d he go?

Then in the bushes, his bare behind bobbin’ up and down

I tore that card up fine as snow

Stupid Cupid

 

On my own, my first job

Imagine my surprise to see

My desk was right beside a man

Who could make me do handstands

All week I felt a barb in my heart

What a way to start!

When he offered to take me to lunch my heart was smitten

He opened up some cat food and called me his kitten

Twice smarter once bitten!

Stupid Cupid

 

At my sister’s wedding

I thought the photographer was hot

He finished with the wedding party and said

he’d like a few shots of just me

I felt the arrow again, okay I said

I followed dreamy to his studio

But wouldn’t you know

He wanted all my clothes off first

I have the feeling I’m utterly cursed

Stupid Cupid

 

I’ll never marry

Never in my life

Never have a husband

never be a wife

and if I ever find that cherub

I’ll jab him with a knife!

Stupid Cupid

Stupid Cupid

Leave me alone

Stupid Cupid!

 

Free Story From Take-A-Break Shorts!

I have a new series of short stories going our to the wide world soon. Most are longer that postable, but here’s one that fits pretty good:

 

1989

He bought a one way ticket

On an airplane made of snow

Flyin’ low

Dyin’ slow

 

Out Of Rehab. Again. He opened the trunk to get his duffel of a thousand patches out. He’d sold his house and most everything in it for Happy Harry. His and Lili’s house, with little Po. Now he’d live here at Pete’s or under a bridge. With the other cracked up Nam vets. He’d flown secret Air Force missions in Laos while she went to Saigon’s medical facilities. He’d got wasted every day. She worked her ass off to be a real doctor. Did it, too.

Pong realized he stared at Lili’s patch from Afghanistan, the official one from the Hagibi Hospital where she worked putting people’s faces back together. Where she adopted that kid. She used to work there. He yanked on the strap and dragged it to his brother’s front door.

***

“I got the tea straight from Singapore. Great isn’t it” Pete topped off Pong’s mug. The kitchen table was supposed to be a cozy, comforting family place to ease anxieties. Crap.

“Yeah, great.” Pete had set him up in the rec room, too much room. Pong had nearly collapsed to see a new drawing table, paints, markers and a stack of poster boards. Not anymore, not without Lili. He remembered being in a little boat in Singapore, with Lili.

Po burst into the front door singing out “I’m home!” The kid stopped cold when he saw Pong. “Hi Pong.”

“Hey kid. What did you learn in school today?” He felt Lili smile, he’d asked about school like she wanted him to. God forbid if the kid wanted a hug – that was Lili’s job.

In a much subdued tone, Po said, “I have to do a report on a pet. But I don’t have a pet.”

Pong blinked. The kid stood like at the choir in church.  At least the one time Pong had attended church with Lili. He’d seen the kid trail up to stand on the stage with a dozen other kids and belt out some hymn. He remembered the grand days where he and his brother had belted out harmonies at some of the big shows. Jimi Hendrix got top billing but there were instant venues all throughout the milling crowds. He’d met Lili at the Pixly Farm show, where it rained the whole time. They let her sleep in their tent.

“Hey Pong!”

Pete was staring at him. “What?”

Pete patiently said, “I told Po that we could go to the Dog Pound and get a pet.”

Pong saw Po’s eyes dart from his nominal daddy to his own mug of tea. He’d had missed the kid sitting down. Annoyed, he blurted, “You could make up a pet.”

Po took a deep breath. “I read that the Dog Pound mostly kills the big dogs and the black cats.” His eyes lifted toward Pete. “If you don’t want a big dog maybe we could get a black kitten.”

The hope in the boy’s plea would have broken Pong’s heart if the still had one. Apparently, he’d lost his adopted son as well as his wife. He sipped his tea and remembered how he and Lili talked about getting a dog right before her Guard unit dragged her to Afghanistan. She laughed and told him to get a watchdog ’cause she wouldn’t be there to protect him.

A jacket thrust into his face made him jump. Automatically standing to put his jacket on, he asked, “Where to?”

“You stay in outer space most of the time, dude. The Dog Pound. That’s what we’ve been jawing about, right? They close at five so we’d best be movin’ along.”

In the back seat Pong vividly recalled his favorite poster, ‘Movin’ Along!’, the one he’d got prints made of and people came up to get their copies autographed. The cool air in his face via the opened door clued him they’d arrived.

At the counter Po explained that they needed to see the process from the end to the beginning. The woman in charge frowned, saying the public was not allowed in the euthanasia area. Struggling to pay attention, Pong asked, “Can we see Death Row?”

The woman screwed her mouth up for another access denial, but Pete saved the day by asking, “He’s troubled. Can we visit the pets that have been here the longest?”

Pete stopped at the Cat Room that was indeed populated with a preponderance of black kitties. Pong went on to the last chance Dog Room, Po at his heels. Huh.

The room felt so weird, almost electrically frizzy. A neon rainbow sprang from Po to a shaggy auburn double-wide Irish Setter-ish mutt. The mutt looked intently his way. Pong thought about how long he’d tried to draw somebody making the “Tck-Tck” sound you make with one side of your face pulled back when you want a dog to come. He’d messed up too many poster boards trying, no luck. Luck? Really?

He stretched one side of his lips back and “Tck-Tck” erupted. The mutt bounded up and over until giant paws on each shoulder nearly bowled him over.  Once he caught his breath, he knew this was HIS dog. His watchdog.  Or maybe his and Po’s?  Lili had begged him to stop calling Po ‘kid’. “Hey son, what you want to name this colossal creature?”

His son’s face lit bright. “Angel.”

“Down, Angel”. The dog sat obediently, tail wagging like a windshield wiper.  Leaving Pixly he had to get new wiper blades before they got to the interstate. Angel brought his attention back to the here and now with a reverberating bark. He saw Po lean forward to check out Daddy’s demeanor. Pong flung his arms out. That hug felt better than he ever thought one could. Could something go right this time?

The 60’s style flamboyance made his ‘Save a Pet’ posters a big hit, in the restaurants, in vet’s offices, grocery stores, lots of places. One of Pete’s black cats, couldn’t tell Stupid from Cupid, had knocked over a bottle of black ink, stepped in it and walked across the top left corner of Pong’ s first effort. Now they all had black cat paw prints stamped there, like the seal of approval. He shook his head and turned away from the framed posters on the wall. “Lemonade. I came in to get lemonade. He took a Minute Maid out of the freezer and stirred it with water. He heard Po shouting something and squealing. That Angel could wear a guy out! That Angel was a blessing.

News Flash! Cool New Series on Kindle!

Just a quick Happy New Year note:

My Science Fiction Elise t’Hoot Galactic Adventure series is now out on Kindle! First week or two of the year I’ll have the print versions out too. I’m giddy with relief as I’ve worked on this series for three years. Check them out , they’re not much. Remember, the whole series will live only with the sustenance of reviews. Please review if you can!

What, A New Elise t’Hoot Sci-fi Book? MEOW!