Why is my human sitting at her desk staring at that picture and making her fingers run across those square things. They look like spiders. She talks to the moving pictures and they talk back to her. It’s not fun for me.
A gnarled old hand reached out to the rock where a camera sat.
“Someone will be missing you. You look like an expensive little item.”
The camera case fell open. The old man looked into the lens, which reflected his face. Then he turned it around. The slideshow from the camera’s memory started to roll.
It showed a young man thrashing in the water. A leather strap coiled around his neck, writhing like a tentacle, pulling him down. His face was contorted in fear as he struggled to free himself. A beautiful young woman with big, sad eyes reached out to him from the riverbank. She tried to free him, but the strap moved like a snake across the water and wrapped itself around her arm, pulling her to her murky death. She disappeared leaving nothing but a ripple on the glassy surface. The couple was tied together for eternity.
The camera case snapped shut. The old man dropped it to the ground, his face contorted, as he began gasping for air. Clutching his chest, he doubled over in pain.
The heart attack killed him, and his death was captured in an evil memory for the next victim.
A camera hung over the back of a chair in a bar in Chatham, Kent. The barmaid saw it and looked around the bar to see if it had caught anyone else’s attention. No once was looking, so she reached over and grabbed it.
“This’ll bring a pretty penny,” she said to herself.
It was still in her car, next to her body at the railway crossing where she died. No one knew why the barriers didn’t go down.
Well, perhaps someone did. Click click, click…
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I’m sitting at the breakfast bar/lunch/dinner table, (yes one table serves all in our house) and looking outside longingly. I’d love to go for a walk, but I can’t, because it’s raining cats and DOGS! Which brings me back to my book. I am terrible at promoting myself, really bad. I love writing, and I’m about embark on another writing project. An amusing insight on retiring to Italy at the ripe old age of 63. There should be a few laughs to say the least. In the meantime, go to Amazon and buy my book. Princess Tess and her Mess is a story for all ages. It is an amusing tale about an old girl (me) taking care of a young pup, something I’d never done before. Everyone who bought my little story enjoyed reading it. No crime, no violence, no suspense, just family, love and animals…what could make you feel better. Pull out your credit card and click on one of the links below. https://www.amazon.com/dp/B097ND34BF (US)
Yes I love to write, but…when it comes to marketing, I’m useless! I’m a self published author and always have a story in my head. A story that needs to be told, and if I don’t let it out, it would surely drive me CRAZY! (I’m halfway there already) When I finish my books, and tell all of my friends about them, they faithfully support me so there is a flurry of sales for which I’m very grateful, then it’s up to me to continue my marketing campaign. It never happens because I simply don’t know where to start.
I’m no good at self promotion. I’m excellent at promoting anyone or anything else successfully, and with enthusiasm, but not myself.
I’ve written ghost stories, thrillers and, more recently, a children’s book. My editor thinks my books are pretty good, and as an old girl, I think I’m pretty interesting, but unfortunately I’m a secret to myself.
Most of you are far too young to remember the film South Pacific. It was a lifetime ago and probably the first film I ever saw on the big screen with my mum. It featured a song called “Cock Eyed Optimist” which popped into my head today when I read my book sales report on Amazon.
I’ve sold 30 Copies of “Princess Tess and Her Mess” and that makes me so excited! It means the story I wrote, and the beautiful front cover illustrated by my daughter, is sitting on someone’s coffee table or bookshelf. Even better, the story has reached thirty children. I’ve had great reviews from adults too.
All of these things make me extremely happy. I don’t write to make money, it helps, but it’s not what motivates me.
I hope it made thirty children and adults smile. I want everyone to love Princess Tess. I think she has more adventures to share.
If you want to make me ecstatic (and it doesn’t take much), click on the link below and help me double those sales…
No! I’ll never be a best selling author. Would I like to be? Yes, but I write for pleasure, its my hobby.
I’ve written for therapy since I was a teenager, and it works, I’m still sane. I self publish and promote my books as best as I can, but my sales never amount to enough to make a profit. If I make enough money to break even with the editing/book lay out fees, I’m happy.
Princess Tess and Her mess has been one of my favorite books to write. It didn’t wrestle with any inner daemons, it was just a book about a funny, curious pup. I’m working on a sequel. Will I finish it? Who knows?
I’m retired now and living in Italy, life is more relaxing, but I have a lot of exploring to do before I get too old. I also have a pretty busy social life for an old girl. Hopefully in between all of that I can find time to write.
If you have a couple of spare dollars, invest in my book, make me feel famous. It’s a fun story you can read to your children and grandkids, or if you’re an animal lover, read it yourself.
You can click on the link below, or on the book cover at the side of my blog.
After over a year of writing and editing, and rewriting and doubts, my book is finally published.
I began writing “Princess Tess and Her Mess” before the world knew about covid. I think my writing became more urgent as the pandemic took control of our lives. I started writing in February 2020, while still living in Colorado, and finished writing in March 2021, after moving to Italy.
The last year of my life has certainly been full of adventure! Princess Tess is a Children’s story, but my editor enjoyed it too, so I think it’s a story for all ages, especially if you’re an animal lover.
If you feel inclined to support an old “budding” writer, I’ve included links to my Amazon eBook and paperback. If you enjoy my amusing little tale, please give me a review. If you’re not a reader and just follow this old girl for fun, thanks for stopping by, and send me some positive thoughts. Stay safe everyone.