Friday, September 30, 2016

More Neighbor Peeks

Greetings from the Hermit Writer.

Mr. Bee

Harry's spiked doo

Old Leonard could use a trim

(Couldn't think of any appropriate crack)

In all fairness, it was early on a Sunday

Some folk our grumpy no matter what time it is, though.


Thursday, September 29, 2016

Fav Passage - Got Muscle?

By the time we got the corner, upstairs bedroom set up for surveillance, I couldn’t believe what I saw.
“Michael,” I hissed. “I hate your son.”
He strode over to join me at the window and laughed. In the broad yard a house away, Roger pushed around a rusty wheelbarrow full of weeds he must have pulled, vegetation he cut. He wore nothing but hikers and tiny, PT shorts, that were already sweaty and clinging to him. Even a hundred feet away the sweat billowing around his muscles were clear to the naked eye. The word naked being appropriate, because that pretty much described his situation.
“When was acting gardener part of the plan?” I asked.
Roger isn’t quite six-foot, but his average dimensions stop there. He’d been a power lifter since potty training, I think. He gave the expression six-pack new meaning. He looks layered in jeans and a polo. Dang Louise. If he didn’t grab our target’s attention nothing would.
“I hope Augie’s lady friend isn’t gay,” Michael drawled.
“What?” Augie’s voice wafted from the adjoining room where he was setting up his computer equipment. He strode into the room. “Who’s gay?”


Cooling Off and Hanging Around

Greetings from the Hermit Writer.

Must stop and enjoy the smiles.



With deep thoughts.

In no hurry

Hot and sweaty on a September day


Wednesday, September 28, 2016

Random Shots (I do that)

Greetings from the Hermit Writer.

Always good to have someone on lookout.

Qvack

The photo op

Quirky, artsy shot

I like the rugged, weathered look

Must enjoy our Munchkins.


Tuesday, September 27, 2016

Caught a few neighbors in candid shots

Greetings from the Hermit Writer.

Joe and Mary

Tuti was just finishing breakfast

A little bashful

Yo, hey, hey

Petie works nights. We cut him some slack

Louie Louie seemed a little indignant...you think


Monday, September 26, 2016

Receding Storm

Greetings from the Hermit Writer. Saturday evening as we ate dinner, we had a 3" rainfall in about 20 minutes. As it calmed, the sun having set, the steam rising about the oaks was intriguing.








Sunday, September 25, 2016

Cover Reveal for Alice Will

A peer is re-releasing a novel which she is Indie publishing. I hope you'll give Alice Will a look for your young readers.

Fourteen year-old Trotter was still just trying to get the hang of the demi-godding business when the apocalypse began. In a world where the gods have withdrawn from humanity, leaving mortals bitter toward magic, she finds herself constantly torn between her human and goddess sides. When the world begins to fade away and she becomes the prime suspect, her search to find the cause and prove her innocence ends up revolving around a mysterious little girl named Alice. Then Trotter discovers that not all of the gods had been as distant as they seemed...

Now, with everyone against her and the gods fighting amongst themselves, Trotter is on her own to save her world and stop a vengeful god from using Alice to destroy everything.


Available for pre-order here.


Saturday, September 24, 2016

Favorite Passage - At the Dining Table

“You’re awfully quiet,” Mom said. “You don’t have an opinion?”
She knows I’m not chatty, right? I shrugged and continued to shovel hashed-eggs. Everyone else was happy to leave me out of whatever.
A moment later all the trifolds made sense. Why Mom and Michael had disappeared for a couple days, and acted all secretive. I guess the retirement was a go, and they were working on how best to kick it off.
Personally, disappearing with a suitcase sounded nice.
“Biltmore is too froufrou,” Mom said.
I thought that about the Grove. But Motel 6 makes me feel underdressed. I finished my breakfast and Norm snatched the plate, I guess afraid I might steal it or something, and I pushed back to catch my breath. Maybe I inhaled my food. Mom has commented in the past I’d make a good pig. Roger and I sometimes act as though we’re in a race, I think. In my case, I don’t think my brain functions all that well when my jaw is working, so I like to get finished so what the crew has to say, makes sense.
I can’t speak for Roger.



Friday, September 23, 2016

Fav Passage - Dude Lit

Michael smiled sadly. “Bad enough I brought you and Augie into this stuff.”
I harrumphed. “I think Augie brought us into this.”
“He was excited to play Stephanie Plum.”
That name. Where had I—oh yeah. That’s what Augie called Michael the day we met him in the gym the first time. I asked him who this Plum chick is.
“I thought you read a lot,” he said.
I mumbled something about there being a lot of books.
“She’s a bumbling bounty hunter,” he said. “Humorous chick lit stuff. Author has a weird name. But real popular.”
“You read chick lit?” I asked.
“Didn’t say that. I’m just aware.”
Sure. I mumbled a hum, hum at him. “I prefer dude lit.”
“That a genre?” he asked.
Duh.



Clouds and Clouds and maybe a tree or two

Greetings from the Hermit Writer.