Hello dear readers and followers.
Sorry I haven’t been posting, but the hands on life’s clock have been spinning out of control for me lately. Not that anything drastic has happened; I’m just playing catch up around home after long hours of working on someone else’s book, and then my own.
Seasons of Gold was published for a few hours March 29th, until I got a good look at it online and saw that the images I included were messing up the book. Looked okay in the Previewer, but it wasn’t! So over the past week I’ve redone the whole thing and uploaded it to Kindle; the file looks good so I’ve just hit PUBLISH. Feels good!
constant shifting of patterns
keeps me spinning
Sadly, I’m can’t see myself finding the time to keep up with this blog, so for this spring and summer season I’m going to have WordPress beam this site over to my main one, Christine’s Collection, and publish all my haiku poems there. If you aren’t already visiting and/or following to that blog, I do hope you will.
To pop over and check it out, click on this link: https://christinegoodnough.com
This past month I have been occupied with getting a book published on Amazon, both a print and an e-book version. I did this on behalf of the originator of the story, who didn’t have a clue how to go about self-publishing. Though I did my own book a couple of years back, I’ve had to relearn the process to get this done.
‘The book, the tale of two young teen British boys who go on an allegorical journey, is now live on Amazon — check it out! — and it’s time I got back to doing regular posts on my blogs again.
into my bedroom window
we study the map
a jet roars overhead
making its own trail
on the forest trail
we become big news
fat from feasting at the feeder
parade past the cat
trees work all summer
to lay at our feet this plush
despite the deep chill
sparrows forage hopefully
courage, little ones
scrounging in the snowy lane
peck at small stones
trip to Yellowstone
Dad’s old white station wagon
a four-kid tent
Fandango’s prompt word for today is COMPACT.
Traveling on a shoestring budget back in the 60s, with two teens, two pre-teens, and two parents squeezed into that car for the night, COMPACT is a fitting word. Good thing most of the nights were clear so we could open windows. 🙂