Monday, August 31, 2015

September Newsletter

Summer is so wonderful, I hate to see it ending, and so I keep telling myself the good side, you know, lighter traffic, fewer bugs, end of sunburn season, and blah, blah, blah, and not a word of it makes me miss summer less.  Okay, back to work.

About short stories, I am hoping to get one out every month, because I love writing short stories, but the trouble with setting goals is that a goal can be much like a slave driver. It can force me to waste time on work that I end up tossing. Maybe nobody else likes something I write, but honestly, I never print anything until it pleases me. So if I don’t have an idea I love, then there are going to be months without short stories.

Having said that, I must tell you that a friend recently said, “This morning I heard the funniest thing on the news and right away I thought of Mudflat.” As soon as she told me the funny thing, I thought of Rock Decko. The result is Rock’s Bad Night (yeah, well, Bad Night at Black Rock has already been used).
Back to old ideas. Turning Vampire 3,4, includes the 3rd and 4th novels in the series, Vampire Escape and Vampire Lust in a boxed set ebook for LostLoves BookClub. If you pre-ordered, your book should show up on September 1. And if you didn’t, because you haven’t read the first two books in the series, the ebook of Turning Vampire 1,2 is on sale this month with a price cut.

I know I said the paperbacks would be available and they will, but a couple weeks late, by mid September. I know I said we were organized. That was obviously an out and out lie. Or does it sound better to call it ‘wishful thinking’?


Tuesday, March 24, 2015

Mail blues

So I finally connected with JPeterman and ordered a shirt that is way more beautiful than the ad - well, the ad is beautiful but it doesn't show the careful seams, the quality fabric, etc. My only problem was the envelope in which it came. Somewhere along the shipping line, something mysterious happened. So my friend Rosemary suggested I take a photo of the envelope and send it to the seller and to top that off, she wrote a letter for me to send with it. Here it is, for fellow lovers of the catalog:

"Peterman," I shouted over the roar of the engine, "I think we lost a couple of packages on the last turn."
With a squeal of brakes and grinding of gears, Peterman reversed back up the Casbah's alley. I leaned over the side and pulled the envelope out of the dust just as the jeep lurched forward. The package spun out of my hands and under the rear wheels.
"Sorry," muttered Peterman as he carefully pulled forward a foot so I could retrieve my order. "I was distracted by the blonde in the red silk veil."

Ah, that explained how the tire marks were on both sides of the envelope.
Fortunately, the shirt inside the package was the expected perfection.

Friday, December 12, 2014

How could I not know? Why did no one tell me? Today on another blog someone talked about amazingly fun ads with long, poetic, exciting descriptions, such as appeared in magazines back in the 1920s and 30s. And someone commented that this also occurred in J. Peterman, sob, it's gone, we all thought. And another commenter said, "Not so! They are back." I went on-line and sure enough, Peterman does do an online catalog and also an honest to gosh paper one. Took me a minute to find where to sign up and another horrified minute to realize I was actually ordering another catalog to be stuffed into my overcrowded mailbox. But hey, Peterman isn't a catalog, it is art and literature. And the items in the online are truly Peterman. The other great heartbreak of my life was the loss of Banana Republic. Well, yes, I know they still exist but under different ownership and all they have in common with the original is the name. So thank God I have found Peterman and the merchandise is recognizable as Peterman. I wait breathlessly to see if the catalog prose is as exciting.

Tuesday, September 16, 2014

Squirreling away books for winter -