Christine Taylor and I are changing our site’s theme for better security, better options and it will be easier to use.
It will take us a little while but we will try to make it look almost exactly like it did before.
Jim Leonard and I are almost done with our book on bereavement, Tears to Laughter. It’s been a long, very long process and it feels good to be getting near the end.
The book has been edited once and then we have done our revisions. We are still missing the forward, introduction and a few testimonials. There are probably a few more little things that need to be done.
We are preparing it for an Amazon Kindle release and the formatting is slightly different than for a printed copy. We had to remove all the taps and use other methods of getting our text where we wanted it. I’ve learned a lot about formatting.
We hope to have it to the second editor this very soon.
On the first day of Christmas,
someone gave to me
A kitten with extra toes.
On the second day of Christmas,
Amazon sent to me
Two cat toys,
And a kitten with extra toes.
On the third day of Christmas,
Amazon sent to me
Three French feathers,
Two cat toys,
And a kitten with extra toes.
On the fourth day of Christmas,
Amazon sent to me
Four chirping birds,
Three French feathers,
Two cat toys,
And a kitten with extra toes.
On the fifth day of Christmas,
Amazon sent to me
Five golden strings,
Four chirping birds,
Three French feathers,
Two cat toys,
And a kitten with extra toes.
On the sixth day of Christmas,
Amazon sent to me
Six balls a-rolling,
Five golden strings,
Four chirping birds,
Three French feathers,
Two cat toys,
And a kitten with extra toes.
On the seventh day of Christmas,
Amazon sent to me
Seven koi a-swimming,
Six balls a-rolling,
Five golden strings,
Four chirping birds,
Three French feathers,
Two cat toys,
And a kitten with extra toes.
On the eighth day of Christmas,
Amazon sent to me
Eight chickens laying,
Seven koi a-swimming,
Six balls a-rolling,
Five golden strings,
Four chirping birds,
Three French feathers,
Two cat toys,
And a kitten with extra toes.
On the ninth day of Christmas,
Amazon sent to me
Nine crickets jumping,
Eight chickens laying,
Seven koi a-swimming,
Six balls a-rolling,
Five golden strings,
Four chirping birds,
Three French feathers,
Two cat toys,
And a kitten with extra toes.
On the tenth day of Christmas,
Amazon sent to me
Ten doves a-flying,
Nine crickets jumping,
Eight chickens laying,
Seven koi a-swimming,
Six balls a-rolling,
Five golden strings,
Four chirping birds,
Three French feathers,
Two cat toys,
And a kitten with extra toes.
On the eleventh day of Christmas,
Amazon sent to me
Eleven mice a-squeaking,
Ten doves a-flying,
Nine crickets jumping,
Eight chickens laying,
Seven koi a-swimming,
Six balls a-rolling,
Five golden strings,
Four chirping birds,
Three French feathers,
Two cat toys,
And a kitten with extra toes.
On the twelfth day of Christmas,
Amazon sent to me
Twelve bunnies running,
Eleven mice a-squeaking,
Ten doves a-flying,
Nine crickets jumping,
Eight chickens laying,
Seven koi a-swimming,
Six balls a-rolling,
Five golden strings,
Four chirping birds,
Three French feathers,
Two cat toys,
And a kitten with extra toes!
Dear Santa,
I’m sending you my wish list early so you can get started on it.
For under the tree:
1. Cans of Bounce.
2. Yellow tie wraps used for garbage bags.
3. Cheese from Wisconsin.
For my stocking:
1. Balls, especially ones that make a lot of noise.
2. Catnip! Catnip! Catnip!
3. Another mouse.
Thank you Santa,
Love, Dac
p.s. A new couch upstairs to sharpen my claws on since I’ve been a very good boy. I don’t know why you didn’t give me this last year so I’m asking a SECOND time Santa.
I think Photoshop is a remarkable program. It takes a long time to learn, but it’s worth it. Below is a photo, of two feral cats, done with “glowing edges.”
I think you could use this process for artwork in a book.
This last Friday I finally found a time when I was in town and healthy at the same time. So what did I do? I went to spend time with my critique group, of course. And there surrounded by a community of others who share the varied emotions writers so often experience, I thought, This is my neighborhood.
Just like the neighbors who border my real home on either side, my critique cohorts each decorate with their own palette. Some have arid landscapes of rock and desert cactus. Others plant cottage gardens with gazing balls, delphiniums, and solar lights. There are purple patios and multi-hued edibles in a few orchards. But no matter what colors, paving choices, or plants these writers share, they all have one thing in common.
Every person in my writing community makes me feel at home.
This week-end I will be taking my second and last social media class. It means another all day session at the local college. Last month, at the first class I found the information overwhelming and I’m not new to social media. Twelve hours of doing anything is beyond my concentration level.
The instructor was kind enough to send me the PowerPoint presentations so I will have more than my memory to fall back on. I’m hoping to create a marketing strategy for a new publishing company.
Photo by: http://www.briancombs.net/moon-venus-convergence-1/
