Book signings, art galleries, and the laughing muse

I’ve got a couple of book signings coming up for TUNNEL VISION. The first is at the Barnes and Noble in Devon, PA on December 10th at one. The next will be at Chester County Books in West Chester, PA at seven on December 15th. Come to one, come to both, and bring all your friends and their sisters and their cousins and their aunts. Men, too, of course, and little boys.  Walruses, if you can convince them, just leave out the seawater.

The signing at Chester County Books will be a mass signing–adult books down to picture books. My friend Eileen Spinelli will be there signing THE PERFECT CHRISTMAS.  Something for everybody.

I went to the opening of an art exhibit today at the Chadds Ford Gallery in Chadds Ford, PA. Something for everybody there, too, with miniature paintings of clowns, horses, flowers, and just about everything else. Kind of like a book signing with many of the artists hanging around, looking like regular people–funny how that is–watching to see how the rest of us react to their opened hearts. I’ve never seen a line for buying original art before, but the paintings were leaving, and they weren’t walking out on their own! I wanted to say to some of the buyers, wait! I haven’t had a chance to look at that one yet. Nor that one, nor that one! I think the artists thought it was just fine, and that’s how you could tell who they were–by their smiles, by their sideways glances to see which ones the buyers were carrying off. A last goodbye to a brainchild if one was theirs.

I have done a little writing today. The project is new, its wings still so damp it can’t yet fly, so I write carefully while my muse grins slyly from one of the shelves. Once in a while, I think she’s granting me some magic dust. And sometimes, I think she’s not. But I keep figuring out what to write next. I’m having fun with this story, finding out gradually what it is about. It always seems like a backwards way to write a story, but that is the way my mind works.  Maybe that’s why the muse is laughing at me!

So, my fellow readers and writers, hope all’s working for you on this fine day, and that your muse, if she is laughing, is also spreading magic dust over your world.

Until next time–

 

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Small worlds and trumpet and rain duets

I’m sitting here at my desk listening to trumpet music wending its way from the front of my house to back where I am, so the brass tones mingle with the raindrops pattering against my roof. The brass tones rise and fall in volume and in pitch, but the rain holds steady. Looks like a wet preThanksgiving to me, but maybe the trumpet music will keep me dry.

I just heard from Kathy Temean, the lovely lady who works on my website, that she happened to attend an SCBWI First Page Session way back in 2002, when one of the first pages read was about a boy kept in the basement by his father. She wondered while working on my website and coming across my title, THE BOY FROM THE BASEMENT,  if what she’d heard back then was my effort, and it was. Surprise! I was sure surprised that she remembered it. You just never know. I did actually sell it to one of the editors present. That was cool. Click on www.kathytemean.wordpress.com/2011/11/21/importance-of-networking/ if you’d like to read Kathy’s comments on that and on other serendipitous events.

I always liked going to the Doylestown event–I liked hearing what other writers were doing, and I liked seeing if my reactions were similar to what the editors said. Plus it’s just great to talk to other writers. So much enthusiasm in the writing community!

So, wonderful people, the musician has put his trumpet away and gone on to other things, but the raindrops continueth. I’m going to sign off and mingle my new story with the falling rain.

Have a wonderful Thanksgiving with all the trimmings!

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Blue skies, autumn leaves, and pumpkin pie

So, my faithful readers, how’s it all going today? The skies are blue and the air is crisp in my little corner of Pennsylvania. Most of the leaves are off the trees and waiting in mounds for pickup from the street. It rained a couple of days ago, and the water coming down the hill moved the mounds farther down the pavement, blocking mailboxes and driveways and making lacy patterns through the leaves. Kind of cool, but I’m not the one who cleared the area around the mailbox so the mailman could deliver mail.

I hope you’re all getting ready for a wonderful Thanksgiving with all your best beloveds. Save room for the pumpkin pie!

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Hello beautiful people

I’m still trying out my new blog, trying to figure out how it all works.

Also, I’m stepping away from my new project for a few minutes before I go back to it with some fresh ideas.

Hope your day is going well.

Back to work in a quiet, quiet house.

Later!

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