No news on the literary agent front but summer is a busy time which is probably why I haven't heard back yet, at least that's what I'm going with.  Aww, summer, kids, and...carnivals. Carnivals are just magical in a trailer park trash kind of way. (Does that even make sense?) Anyway, there's nothing like the aroma of funnel cakes, hot gravel (yes it does too have a unique smell), and smelly livestock which lingers on your clothes long after you've left the carnival fun. And it is fun! And the rides are great! Not that they are high tech or anything, it's typically the Ferris wheel, the merry-go-round, the other thingy that spins you around, you know, ordinary rides like that but what they do have that rides at established amusement park lack is the danger associated with them. It's a different sort of danger...the rides just seem sketchy scary...I've seen Ferris wheels that look years older than my oldest sister:)
And then the ride operators are always interesting characters. Oh, why not let someone operate machinery after a night and possibly morning of heavy drinking? They could run the rides in their sleep and some often do;) But part of the fun are the nostalgic, questionably safe, retro rides at the carnivals that breeze through town every summer. But more than that, to me carnivals are metaphorically speaking all about a magical sense of wonder, anticipating but not knowing what each day will bring which is a feeling I don't think I'll ever outgrow. Oh, one more thing, there are usually no clowns at the carnivals I've been to so I'm good because clowns really are scary:) 

Enter a Domain Name:

I've written several books and I'm deciding whether to go the traditional route or self publish.  The traditional route means finding an agent to represent me.  Should be so easy...right!  I may post a few longer excerpts from Glimmer soon so if you like magical realism and an unusual love story, stay tuned!

The use of flowers as metaphors isn’t anything new.  In Glimmer, the Chicory flower in some ways represents Vivienne, my awesome protagonist.  For those of you who don’t know what Chicory is, to some, okay, to everyone but me and maybe children, Chicory is actually a weed.  It’s pervasive in the Midwest, growing in places like along the roadside, abandoned parking lots, in gravelly dirt, you know, verdant, lush places like that.  Anyway, I think it’s way too pretty to be just a weed. I didn’t know what it was called when I was writing my book so I did some research and found that Chicory is more than just your average, no good weed.  Roasting the root yields Chicory coffee which was a staple for Confederate soldiers during the Civil War. Young leaves can be added to salads as well as the flower head so the pretty part is edible too.  Good, on our next road trip, I now know what to feed my son when he swears he’s starving to death:).  Chicory also has medicinal purpose as it’s supposed to aid in digestion -- yet another reason to feed it to my son.  I also discovered that Chicory has mythical associations.  Some belief that it can bring good luck, help remove barriers in your life, opening of locks, and receiving favors.  Oh, forgot to mention Chicory is good for curse removal.  I’ll have to keep that one in mind the next time I’m unfairly cursed...yes, it's always unfair and undeserved:)  Chicory is also cited as the likely candidate which gave rise to the perception of the blue flower representing love, yearning, beauty, and the ethereal nature of such things.  I didn’t know any of this when I was writing my book but it fits perfectly.  Now you know too:)


"Of all the noises, I think music is the least disagreeable" Samuel Johnson



    "What did you say -- Chica…?” I prompted, wanting to distract him from asking what I was up to.

     “Chicory. That’s what they're called.” He tipped his head towards the flowers.

     “Oh…I’ve seen them before and wondered what they were. They’re beautiful,” I told him as I swung my gaze back to his.

     “Suppose they have some use.  People used them to make Chicory coffee when coffee beans were scarce.  Some still like to drink it.” Brandon explained with a shrug of his shoulders. “But they’re just weeds.”

      “Umm…weeds. They're too pretty to be called weeds.  Maybe there's a fine line between what some consider a flower or a weed, kind of like the difference between a daisy and a dandelion, so...”

      “But weeds typically take over, crowding out other plants.  Intruding where they may not be…welcome.” 

      Were we still talking about weeds or me?


       •  Vivienne and Brandon -- A very short excerpt from Glimmer


                   Joshua has his own space here... 


                Track 2014 60 meter run
Joshua sketched this in about five minutes. And nope,
we don't have a pet goat:)

He sketched this picture of our dog Maggie. Of course, I think it's all kinds of awesomeness!

Branson, July 2013.  Getting harnessed up by a dude, about to go sky surfing...

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