Do you remember in grade school, about the worst thing you could hear was somebody calling you a tattletale? No one liked tattletales. Do you recall telling a pal something and saying, “Don’t tell anybody I told you.” So, this morning, I’m trying to think of something I can tattle to you about and, would you believe, nothing comes to mind? Of course, sharing important information, now, that’s an entirely different thing. Right?
The important information I have to share is that my publisher has set this summer as the release date for By the Fright of the Silvery Moon. Yea! But, between now and then, lots of things have to do take place: sort of preparing the way for its introduction.
Yesterday, I stirred up a batch of fudge for the critique tomorrow. I made the old-fashioned kind: 3 cups of sugar, 1 1/2 cups of milk, 3/4 cup of cocoa, pinch of salt, butter and vanilla. It takes a lot of beating to get it to the right consistency, but it’s worth it. So, Cozy Critters, tomorrow it’s coffee and fudge.
Last night, the moon was really beautiful. She sky was deep velvet and the moon and one silver star hung there. I snapped a picture, which never turns out the way I’d like, but, I tried.
Today is the birthday of western author Zane Grey, born in 1872. He was my dad’s favorite author so I grew up hearing Riders of the Purple Sage, 30,000 on the Hoof, The Call of the Canyon, and many others. Mr. Grey was wonderful with descriptions. However, I doubt that cowboys used to talk the way he said they did. But, he wrote about a definite distinction between bad guys and good guys. In many of today’s books and movies, that distinction is blurred or non-existent.
Yesterday was brightened by a visit from a dear friend and her daughter. Nemo loves them and gave enthusiastic doggie slurps and friendly tail wags. Warm hugs are day brighteners too. I clearly remember one of my kindergarteners, many years ago, would come into the classroom each morning and say, “Teacha, I need a hug.” So, George got a hug.
One of the things we discussed yesterday was my stint as a music teacher and a fun activity the children and I used to do called Tinikling. It’s a rhythmic dance between two long bamboo poles which are clicked together and then on the floor. Lots of fun. Kind of hard on the ankles. Does anybody remember that?
This morning, I’ve wandered all over the place, with a lot of unrelated tidbits. I wouldn’t say I’ve been tattling. I’ve just been sharing news with friends. Happy Tuesday and may all your mysteries be cozy ones!
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