Another Galway Evans and Letitia Dunbar story is on the way, involving music (no surprise), a small neighborhood community, death, jealousy, anger, and compassion. Galway has to fight his fear of fear and of all crawly, buzzing things. Mrs. Dunbar is safeguarding the world bit by bit.
Here are a few photos of leaf shadows during the eclipse August 21, 2017.
The first time I experienced an eclipse (??when was that??), I stepped outdoors and saw multiple shadows like these. I was frightened, but not for long. They don’t look like leaves but how could they be shadows of the eclipse itself? the sun and moon crossing paths? However they occurred, the result is magical, and if you’re not alone and surprised by it, it’s very pleasant. The world is muted and softer, as if it’s sleeping a moment or as if I could sleep on the shadows, a billowy sleep.
The Tune of Murder has been carefully edited and once again uploaded to Amazon. I hope none of the old copies are still available through Amazon vendors and I’ve requested that only an updated version be provided through Amazon. If anyone does get one of the error-riddled copies, send it to me with your name and address and I’ll reimburse the postage and send you the newly edited one. I’ll probably never know why or how an old file was ever uploaded.
The world is now even more fascinating. If this fish eluded scientists, but fishermen knew about it, what else has stayed hidden, perhaps deliberately? A Yeti? Bigfoot? Or is this a hoax like the mermaid? A false documentary on that sea female gave me hours of nice thought and then came the let-down. Check the marvelous fish out: Article
Although I’ve always been an excellent editor, and even as an avid reader find myself noting errors in award-winning books, I’ve withdrawn The Tune of Murder from both Kindle and Create Space—because of errors. Somehow, an early version was uploaded. Then, when readers advised me and I removed it and corrected it, I missed errors. I corrected it again, only to have a dear friend spot more. There’s no point in attempting to polish it now. Any lustre it once had for me is gone, and I can’t look at it or even think of it without a shudder—a mild one, but still, a displeasure. So my venture into print-on-demand publishing has been educational. I should edit others’ work and hire good professionals to edit mine. Unfortunately, Amazon informs me that as long as any market wants to offer one of the used books for sale, Amazon will list it. I divorce myself from the sales and apologize to buyers. I could buy up the copies. Worth a try.
While surfing the web looking at photos of the world’s smallest creatures, I was stopped by a photo of the Leaf-tailed gecko. Because of the wonder of what is visible, I feel confident that what isn’t seen is equally marvelous, and all around us. I wish I could hold some of these tiny creatures or at least have them in view long enough to satisfy my eyes and curiosity. I’m very thankful for the people who share their research with the rest of us. My female sleuth character, Letitia Dunbar, shares my fascination, of course.
This frog was found near the opening of a large cave at Cave Hollow, Warrensburg, Missouri. The cave wasn’t on the main paths lacing the wooded park. This fellow is a nice specimen. Frogs like water, they’re more reclusive and fearful. They have smooth skin, long legs, webbed feet. The opposites traits are those of toads.
I’ve read that the tiny ones hiding in the grooves of some tree bark are also frogs, but I remember catching a few–they were the size of my thumbnail, and were dry and bumpy, and a mottled color much like the bark. I was told then that they were tree toads. So, I like toads, but I can’t find the kind I recall. I hope I didn’t make them up. Below is a closer photo of the Cave Hollow frog.