Wonderfully Whimsical

Princess Tess and her Mess

My daughter, who is a very talented artist, created this watercolor for my book cover! Isn’t it lovely!
Princess Tess and her Mess was was so much fun to write. I can’t wait to publish it. Then comes the marketing, which is always where I fail. I’m just no good at promoting myself and not rich enough to have someone do it for me.

I’ll never be famous, but at least I’m doing what makes me happy.

Have a wonderful day everyone and stay safe.

Princess Tess and her Mess

Princess Tess

Grrrrr, snarl… The dog spat nastiness from its slack mouth filled with crooked, yellowing teeth. Tess and Sandra walked even slower. The menacing dog moved slowly, in time with them, but on the other side of the fence.Tess stopped in her tracks and looked at Sandra. Finally, Sandra was able to see the backyard gate, which was wide open.
“Oh, dear, Tess, this ugly old dog could have a collar on that keeps in in the yard, or it could come out and bite me.”
It would bite me first…
Sandra picked up Tess, who was shaking a little. “Let’s go home!”
Good idea.
Tess watched over Sandra’s shoulder until the snarling, growling creature was out of sight.
I like rabbits better!

My first Children’s book is finished. A short story about a small pup called Tess. A cute, but comical pup. My editor said the book made her laugh out loud in places. My daughter, who is the loving owner of this little bundle of cuteness, likes the story so much she is going to add some illustrations. Hopefully it will be published by the summer, so stay tuned. This is the first in a series of three short stories about Princess Tess. Children’s books are fun to write.

About Editing!

Yesterday I got my manuscript back from my editor. She has completed the first set of edits. For some reason I love reading through the stories again in edit mode. Not sure why. It gives me more pleasure with red lines and dots that it ever did when I read it prior to sending to her.
Maybe I’m reading the story in a different way.
Maybe subconsciously I’m happy it’s on its way to being finished.
Or maybe I’m just a freak, yes, I think thats more likely.
This book has been fun to write. I enjoy writing short stories, and this was surprisingly easy to pour from my brain onto the keyboard. Tess is a real living dog. She’s cute and funny, which coming from a “cat person” is a huge compliment. I hope to follow this first book with two more, and then what? Do I return to fantasy/thrillers? Or do I write another children’s series?
It remains to be seen!

Home Alone!

“Tess, where are. You?”
You just shooed me away, now you are calling my name. I’m going back to bed.
Sandra worried when she couldn’t see Tess anymore and finished her shower quickly.
“Oh, there you are. Sleepy dog!”
I’m not sleepy, I’m bored.
“I need to get ready for work.”
I’ve heard the work word before, I don’t like it.
“OK time to make the bed and get the spare room ready for you, I really hope you’ll be alright on your own all day.”
Once she’d covered the bed with Tess’s fluffy blanket, she threw toys around the room and made sure Tess’s bowls contained enough water and dried food to last the day.
I know what’s going on now, you’re getting ready to leave me alone aren’t you. Just me, with no Fendi to keep my company, just me. All alone!
“Oh dear, I don’t like doing this! Come on Tess, one more quick walk before I go.”
Rabbits! Let’s find some rabbits!
It was a very quick walk because Tess watered the grass as soon as they got outside.
“Good Dog! Now I really need to leave for work.”
I don’t want to go back inside. I want to play with rabbits.
Tess had to be coaxed back through the front door.
Sandra found one of the puppy toys you could hide treats in and put something in the shape of little chickens inside it. Tess picked up the scent immediately and followed her closely, until the got to the stairs, and then she had to be carried.
“Oh Tess, I’m sorry I have to do this.”
Sandra rolled the treat filled toy across the room. Tess ran after it immediately. Sandra shut the door and hurried downstairs.
She got into her car and went to work!

Lost Dog


“Lacie, come on, Lacie. Here girl, where are you?”
Norah shouted in vain, there was no sign or sound of her puppy. She took out her cell phone.
“No signal, Damn”
Then she heard something, a slight rustling in the bushes ahead. “Lacie?”
A whimper.
“I’m coming!”
Nora ran forward, grazing her legs as she almost tripped over a tree stump. Then she stopped and listened.
The moonlight cast a shadow, a long thin shadow. Thats not my dog!
Norah was nervous and prepared to turn and run, but the owner of the shadow appeared from behind a three. It was a young boy, he was hugging a small white dog close to his chest.
“Is this what you’re looking for?”
She ran forward and took the limp white bundle of fur into her arms, tears running down her cheeks. “Lacie, what happened?”
She buried her face in the familiar fuzzy mop of fur that was her beloved dog and smothered her with kisses. Lacie whimpered weakly, but didn’t move.
“What happened?” she asked the boy. There was no answer. When she looked up she was alone in the darkness.
“Come on pup, let’s get you home.”
Nora checked her cell phone again. She had a signal now and hit speed dial. After several rings she almost hung up, then she heard her husband’s voice. He sounded distant, distracted. Was someone there with him? No time to worry about that now.
“John, I’ve found Lacie, but she’s hurt.”
No response.
“John, did you hear me?”
The line went dead!




Pet Cemetry

Cindy took the body of her beloved Twister and wrapped it in soft blanket, tears rolling down her cheeks as she did so.

“Come on Noodle, lets find a nice place to bury your friend.” Noodle made no noise as she followed Cindy out of the front door. She kept her eyes on the Scarecrows, who seemed to mock her. Noodle hissed, but without feeling. She was a sad cat, a lonely cat.

After finding a spade in the little lean-to shed at the side of the house, Cindy looked around her, trying to find a nice place to bury her furry companion. She walked towards a small clump of trees. Noodle hung behind, and without warning began hissing and howling.

“Stay where you are if you don’t want to come with me, but it would be nice if you came and showed some respects.”

Cindy turned around and looked her demented cat, whose fur was standing on end, her eyes wide like saucers.  She hissed once more, focusing on something in the woods, before turning skulking back towards the house.

“Whatever is wrong with you? ”

Holding Twister in her arms, Cindy proceeded to walk towards the trees alone. She stopped in her tracks.

“Oh my, this isn’t quite what I had in mind. A Cat Cemetery. How unusual. What a lovely quiet resting place.”

Key West, Hemingway House, Cat Cemetery, 2

It was actually a little too quiet. In her grief, Cindy didn’t notice that there were no birds singing. She tiptoed carefully among the graves, some marked roughly with names, others derelict and unnamed.

“Oh dear, who will look after you when I go back to California?” she said “Oh dear Twister, I am going to miss you.”

Somewhere in the distance, a cat cried, but Cindy didn’t notice.

She patted the ground smooth after burying her cat, and found some pretty rocks to mark the spot until she could have a small headstone made.

For the rest of the day Noodle remained inside. She wouldn’t eat or be petted, but sat in the bedroom window staring out into the fields, not daring to take her eyes of the scarecrows. Why didn’t her human notice their movement?

It was a long sad and exhausting day and Cindy went to be early. “Noodle, come lie with me, I’m lonely.”

The cat didn’t move from its seat on the window ledge.

In the middle of the night Cindy awoke, did she hear someone moving?

“Noodle, where are you, come here.” Not a sound, so got out of bed and padded into the kitchen. “Noodle, come on this isn’t funny.”

The cat was nowhere to be seen, but the kitchen door was open. Cindy went to shut it and stopped dead in her tracks. Who stood in the doorway blocking her way?


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