As I type this, it’s Thursday afternoon. The final galley edit of The Flamboyant Flamingo is complete, and I’m currently working on the blurb. You know how much I love those. /sarcasm
The book should be out this weekend. I can’t think of one reason why it wouldn’t be. :)
And now for photos! Continue reading
There was a knock at the door. “Come in,” I called, not getting up. I still wasn’t good on crutches.
A fairy came in. He was of medium height, slender, had glitter in his white-blond hair, and his T-shirt sparkled with sequins outlining a rainbow. Even his eye makeup shimmered. I looked for wings and a wand but didn’t spot them.
“Hi. I’m Jules,” he said brightly. “You must be Taylor Manning, celebrated bestselling author.”
I pursed my lips. “I thought you’d be a woman.” Continue reading
On the way back to work after lunch, I spotted a small crowd circling someone I couldn’t quite see. Curious, I moved closer and realized the knot of people were oohing and aahing at a street magician. As I jockeyed for a place that would let me watch unobstructed, he was pulling flowers out of thin air to the delight of those he presented them to. Wearing a cream hoodie and worn jeans, he smiled as he handed them out, and as they accepted the rose or daisy or tulip, there was a puff of glittering light. That explained the oohs and aahs.
Crossing my arms, I looked for the trick–usually the hand that wasn’t doing something obvious was involved–but didn’t spot anything. The guy was good. The bowl near him on the ground overflowed with money, testifying to his skill.
He twirled and made a grand gesture before magically creating another explosion of sparkles that entranced the audience. He grinned at me–no, he grinned at everyone while somehow making me think I’d been singled out. Talented and clever.
“And now for my last trick,” he said and pointed to the nearby bus shelter. “I’m going to walk through that wall in full view of you all.” He gracefully danced around back to the entrance and stepped forward to gaze at us through the dirty glass. “Watch closely!” he said loud enough for us to hear. Continue reading