“MUCKING ABOUT: BEHAVING IN A silly or aimless way, esp. by wasting time when serious activity is expected…”
That’s what the dictionary has to say about it. I’ve just started (and not completed) four blog posts. I’d say I’m definitely mucking about, especially since it’s now Friday and I’m supposed to have something for you. Now. Yet, I keep “mucking about”, not finishing anything. My thoughts do seem aimless — well, aimless where writing is concerned. My mind is definitely elsewhere. I have ongoing, ever-evolving lists rolling around in my mind right now and I cannot concentrate on writing a decent blog.
You see, tomorrow — that’s Saturday, 23 August, I have my very first book signing at a real book store. (wheeee!) I’ve never been so nervous. I’ll be up in Gilroy at the Barnes and Nobles’ “brick and mortar” store — the closest big-box book store since all the stores in Salinas and on the Monterey Peninsula closed down (very sad, indeed). All that is left are a few little boutique book shops, some with new, or new and used or some with only used books. So, from 2-4pm on Saturday, I’ll be signing books, chatting with BN customers and passing out book marks. (There’s a little treat for anyone that buys either or both books.)
Then, the busyness continues (even more so) on 24 August, Sunday, as I spend an entire day (9-4) in Aromas (I’ll be there at 7am setting up) at their annual Aromas Days, doing more of the same — book signing and chatting, answering any questions about my books. But this time, I’ll have a bit of my art work to show off (for sale) as well, so hopefully all of that will keep me busy…but not overly busy.
There is one more event, but not until 27 August at 11am, at the San Juan Bautista Library, rubbing elbows with patrons and the SJB Library Axillary members. Depending on the time, I’m hoping to have time to do a reading from one or both of my two books that are now available, but at the very least, there will be time to answer any questions about the books.
If you live in the area, please come by either of the events this weekend, or the one on Wednesday at San Juan Bautista’s Library. I’d love to take some time to chat with you. Honest!
Blogging for today is pretty much consisting of an infomercial. My apologies. To make up for the blatant plugs, here’s an excerpt (it has not seen the red pen of a final edit yet) from the latest Secrets Beyond Scymaria series (book three), The Scymarian:
… he was ready to attack them if necessary. But they advanced no further. Weapon at the ready, he slowly moved forward, his mind racing with questions and strategies. The music that surrounded him put him at ease once again, but his defensive stance remained. He stared curiously at the three women and one boy standing before him. The smaller woman, a girl not much younger than he, stood behind the other three, protected. Very slowly, she raised an open hand, perhaps to show she had no weapon. She raised her other hand in the same fashion. He could see nothing concealed. Scanning the hands of the others, he saw they had no weapons. He had an advantage over them, perhaps.
He brought his stick to his side, again using it more to lean on than as a protective weapon. The pain at time was searing, but he tried to ignore it.
As Amy stepped forward, in line with the others, she could see he stiffened slightly. She paused, not wanting to frighten him. He relaxed to the music again. Slowly, she stepped in front of the rest, bringing her outstretched and weaponless hands to her sides as she came forward. She was now outside of Rocky’s protective cave, face to face with her would-be assailant. The others remained just behind her, shielded.
She spoke softly, with an even tone, “I’m not going to hurt you. I am unarmed.” She paused to see his reaction. He cocked his head to one side for a moment, not taking his eye off of her. Trying desperately not to reveal the fear welling up inside, Amy drew in a deep breath, expelling it slowly and steeled herself, to console this would-be friend, “I –I want to help you. Do you understand me?”
She waited for an answer, or some other clue that he understood her. When there was no response, she continued, “My name is Amy. I don’t come from this world. I am from–” she paused again. She really didn’t know how specific she should be, since his people had been trapped for so long and probably had no recollection of where they originated. Quickly, she made the decision to be very general. “Um, I am from Earth. Do you understand that? Not from here. From the other side.”
She saw a flash of recognition in his eyes when she mentioned the other side.
While she spoke, she kept an eye on him. She had observed his frailness from the safety of Rocky’s interior, but now, as she stood before him, she could see he truly was nothing more than skin and bones with only the faintest outline of thin muscle barely holding him together…..
So, I hope that appeases you for another week. The story is still evolving, and once it passes over the red pen of my editor, I’m sure there will be further changes. Please feel free to pass this on to friends, either via Facebook, or as a link in an email.
Until next week, may your days find purpose, filled with unexpected blessing and joy.