this summer has been very productive as far as my writing goes. I have taken the bull by the horns, so to speak, and went into self publishing with create space. It is easy to publish with them, and it doesn’t cost anything.
My latest book, “Fairy Time Ball,” is now available on amazon.com & amazon.co.uk just use this ISBN to find it
Here is an excerpt from, “Fairy Time Ball,” if you like it, pass it along, and if you don’t like it, please pass it along anyway.
Fairy Time Ball is now available on amazon.com. You will find the link below, after these excerpts. Please be kind and share this with all your Facebook friends.
From, “Fairy Time Ball.”
“Fairies have come from butter ball trees,
from mountains of ice-cream and snow.
They’ve come from fields of strawberry jam,
and from lands where stars always glow.
The fairy folk frolic by firefly light.
It’s Princess Shaylee’s birthday today.
They will dance beneath the moon,
and in the starlight, until the night passes away.
(Read the rest of this poem inside the book)
The Grin and Grumble
Twilly Toes, and
tried to dance.
But every time
they took a step,
and they’d stumble.
(The rest is inside the book)
A loud, “Argh,” come from a dozen tables away. “Argh, what is this gosh blame thing a leaping and swimming in my soup?”
A trilling lady fairy voice broke in above the conversation buzz. “You’re seeing things Crimalin. There ain’t nothing in this soup, but crispy chicken, sautéed pearl onions, baby potatoes, bits of well-done pork chops, carrots, cabbages, mushrooms, and them big purple leaks you love so much. And I have that right from the souse chef’s mouth.”
A squeaky voice giggled, “Don’t you mean chief?”
“Them things in my soup ain’t no chicken or potatoes. They have eyes, and they hop out of my way every time I bring a spoon close.”
“Crimalin,” the voice grew frosty. “You knowed you ain’t supposed to start slurping down your soup until the king says so.”
“I ain’t aslurping my soup,” he grumbled loud enough to drown out the violin solo, playing, “If I were an elvish queen,” in D minor. “I tell you, there’s something with eyes jumping around in my soup.”
If you want to find out what is in the soup, just purchase your copy of, “Fairy Time Ball,” today, from Amazon. Just click on the link. http://amzn.to/2cL6JMR