More tour cities for The Witch With No Name
Indianapolis, Oklahoma City or Tulsa, Phoenix, and Santa Fe, if all goes well, you’re going to get some author love on the Hollows 2014 The Witch With No Name tour come September! I’ve got a two more cities to go–one on the east, one on the west–and I’ll give them to you tomorrow. :-) Stores and dates are forthcoming, but I’m really pleased to have the city list. If you’re looking for the shirts, they are available now. And a new chapter will be forthcoming shortly after we turn the calendar page, so be on the lookout for that.
The ebook deal I was going to bring to your attention today has vanished, which leaves me with a big empty spot as far as what to talk about. (Sorry! I’ll jump on it next time it happens. It was out of the blue and without notice.) I promised I wouldn’t complain about the rain because I’ve had more than one summer where there wasn’t any, and it was bad. I promised myself I wouldn’t talk about my latest, reclining dragon who just got his wings. (Pattern is almost ready to share) And I promised I wouldn’t talk about my favorite orchid that has flowered twice this year and is in bloom even as I write this. (They look like stooping hawks. How cool is that?)
School is finally out after making up a few snow days, and from my office window, I’ve been watching the dog walkers, baby strollers, avid runners, and even the dedicated skateboarders traversing our gentle hill. There’s nothing like hearing them at midnight, rolling down and talking softly, and I miss it when the summer is over.
The 4th of July is coming up, and I have no plans, which is nice in itself. I’m thinking a little macaroni salad, hot dogs . . . family. It’s all very good after being gone for so long.
It’s much like Bradbury said, and I’m paraphrasing; Summer days are like practicing your handwritten ms, rise and fall, rhythmic and steady. Me, I liken summer days to being a magician, able to tell the future because every day is pretty much exactly the same–if you’re doing it right.
