Tuesday, September 27, 2016

Caught a few neighbors in candid shots

Greetings from the Hermit Writer.

Joe and Mary

Tuti was just finishing breakfast

A little bashful

Yo, hey, hey

Petie works nights. We cut him some slack

Louie Louie seemed a little indignant...you think


Monday, September 26, 2016

Receding Storm

Greetings from the Hermit Writer. Saturday evening as we ate dinner, we had a 3" rainfall in about 20 minutes. As it calmed, the sun having set, the steam rising about the oaks was intriguing.








Sunday, September 25, 2016

Cover Reveal for Alice Will

A peer is re-releasing a novel which she is Indie publishing. I hope you'll give Alice Will a look for your young readers.

Fourteen year-old Trotter was still just trying to get the hang of the demi-godding business when the apocalypse began. In a world where the gods have withdrawn from humanity, leaving mortals bitter toward magic, she finds herself constantly torn between her human and goddess sides. When the world begins to fade away and she becomes the prime suspect, her search to find the cause and prove her innocence ends up revolving around a mysterious little girl named Alice. Then Trotter discovers that not all of the gods had been as distant as they seemed...

Now, with everyone against her and the gods fighting amongst themselves, Trotter is on her own to save her world and stop a vengeful god from using Alice to destroy everything.


Available for pre-order here.


Saturday, September 24, 2016

Favorite Passage - At the Dining Table

“You’re awfully quiet,” Mom said. “You don’t have an opinion?”
She knows I’m not chatty, right? I shrugged and continued to shovel hashed-eggs. Everyone else was happy to leave me out of whatever.
A moment later all the trifolds made sense. Why Mom and Michael had disappeared for a couple days, and acted all secretive. I guess the retirement was a go, and they were working on how best to kick it off.
Personally, disappearing with a suitcase sounded nice.
“Biltmore is too froufrou,” Mom said.
I thought that about the Grove. But Motel 6 makes me feel underdressed. I finished my breakfast and Norm snatched the plate, I guess afraid I might steal it or something, and I pushed back to catch my breath. Maybe I inhaled my food. Mom has commented in the past I’d make a good pig. Roger and I sometimes act as though we’re in a race, I think. In my case, I don’t think my brain functions all that well when my jaw is working, so I like to get finished so what the crew has to say, makes sense.
I can’t speak for Roger.



Friday, September 23, 2016

Fav Passage - Dude Lit

Michael smiled sadly. “Bad enough I brought you and Augie into this stuff.”
I harrumphed. “I think Augie brought us into this.”
“He was excited to play Stephanie Plum.”
That name. Where had I—oh yeah. That’s what Augie called Michael the day we met him in the gym the first time. I asked him who this Plum chick is.
“I thought you read a lot,” he said.
I mumbled something about there being a lot of books.
“She’s a bumbling bounty hunter,” he said. “Humorous chick lit stuff. Author has a weird name. But real popular.”
“You read chick lit?” I asked.
“Didn’t say that. I’m just aware.”
Sure. I mumbled a hum, hum at him. “I prefer dude lit.”
“That a genre?” he asked.
Duh.



Clouds and Clouds and maybe a tree or two

Greetings from the Hermit Writer.









Sunday, September 18, 2016