Author: Peregrine Arc: An Author's Scratchwork

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Silly Tales & Incidentals, Dah’ling: A Tale

Peregrine Arc: An Author's Scratchwork
  1. Left a candle burning. Overnight. Lived to tell the tale.
  2. Put the kettle on the stove to boil. Promptly forgot about said kettle. Once saintly husband found it, half the water had been boiled out.
  3. Smacked face into tree limb while on riding lawnmower.
  4. Had to explain to dentist at my appointment that the “tree limb incident” was perhaps the reason why I was having a little bleeding in my mouth. (Turns out I had probably brushed too hard. What can I say–dental hygiene for the win.)
  5. Did a crazy dance of “Get away from me, you murderous villain” whilst swinging my hat around in a parking lot as a huge bug divebombed me. Looked over at the car parked next to ours–definitely was occupied with a man, whom I’m sure enjoyed my impromptu ninja dance.
  6. Perfected my ninja dance of protection on second return to said store parking lot, using my hat as a swinging pendulum device while moving in a straight line, shuffling paranoidly to our vehicle. Science for the win.
  7. Ducked the low hanging tree branches successfully at the next time mowing to avoid getting hit in the face. Lost my hat this time instead to one particularly vindictive tree branch. Promised myself I would retrieve my hat after finishing my chore. Promptly forgot any such thing, leaving it to survive a night of terror in the wild yonder–alone, abandoned and forgotten. Neighbors pointed out my hat to my husband the next evening. Got said hat back. The hat and I may be attending counseling together.
  8. Was doing a landscaping project, and my shovel hit an area where it consistently just would not go through. Rock, I hear you say? Hard clay, yet another? It got personal quickly; the shovel and I had words. I told my shovel that it wasn’t very sharp; it said I was an empty toolshed with no bolts to spare. Turns out, there was a weed blocker fabric that had grass camouflaging it; the border of the bed had originally been farther out into the yard and had been overgrown. Well played, spade. Well played.

Just eight silly (and slightly foolish) things I’ve done lately. Hope you had a good laugh, or at least a smile or two. Leave your funnies in the comments and happy writing.

Fellow Authors

Frank Prem’s: Sheep On The Somme (and horses and mules)

Peregrine Arc: An Author's Scratchwork

I preordered a copy today here. Check it out, readers–listen to his words.

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Sheep On The SOme – Behing the images video (3 poems)

I’ve just spent the morning adding a video to my YouTube Channel and the Sheep On The Somme playlist.

This time, I’ve focussed on 3 poems that feature the pack animals used (and used up) in WW1 – horses and mules – and included some description of the images, as provided by the source locations.

SHeep On The Somme is listed for pre-order in the online bookstores. Even the Amazon dot com location has caught up with US prices listed.

Here is that link:

Sheep On The Somme – Amazon US listing

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Guest Blogs: Mine

Guest Blog: My Thoughts on ‘Jane Eyre’

Peregrine Arc: An Author's Scratchwork

I recently wrote a guest blog for Charles French’s series on the U.L.S., or Underground Library Society. I picked Charlotte Brontë’s ‘Jane Eyre’ as my novel. If you’re interested in giving this a read, check out what I wrote on the masterpiece here. Feel free to contact French if you’re interested in potentially contributing a piece as well.

Also if you’d like to read fellow author Andrew McDowell’s piece he wrote for U.L.S. on Dicken’s “The Christmas Carol” the link to his blog can be found here, introducing what he wrote. I decided to take a crack at this after reading his take–thanks for the inspiration, Andrew!

Until then–happy reading and writing. Wonderful things can be found in books, can’t they? I recently finished reading a book where the villain was knocked out by a thick, 8oo pager paperback. I couldn’t help but smile. That was quite clever of the author, I thought.

Cheers.