I decided today that I was overdue for a reading to camera. The longer I don’t do one, the easier it is not to do one. I’ve read a handful of poems from the current work-in-progress this morning, and, as rough as it always is, with me, I did enjoy it. I find that the […]Working title – ‘A Magpie Sings’ – a reading from the #WIP — Frank Prem Poetry
Fun fact: I own a dog who is not only never happy, she’s also never had food before. I’ll offer her a baby carrot* on which she’ll crunch on and then look at me shortly for another.
“I’ve never had a carrot before, mother.”
“You just had six.”
*intense stare with violin music*
The next day, I offer her a mushroom while cooking.
“I’ve never had a mushroom, mother–“
The next-next day.
“Would you like your dinner?”
“I’ve never had—“
You get the jist.
In fact, she was just whining to me while I typed this. I looked up, asked her to come to my chair…and watched as she passed me and sauntered into the kitchen instead.
The sassiness is real.
I once had a vet tech tell me my dog was overweight. (She was, but only by a few pounds, which she quickly shed with walks. The saint and I both thought she was too thin after we rescued her. Apparently we went overboard on the treats…)
The vet tech said “If your dog is still hungry after her meals, try mixing in frozen veggies into her kibble.”
I just stared at this said vet tech. I wanted to know where she went to school. Had she ever owned a dog? What mockery was this?
“She’s a Lab. They’re ALWAYS hungry!”
It’s a universally acknowledged truth, that a plate in possession of a delicious meal is clearly in want of a Labrador…
I should go back now and educate this young vet tech some more. How my dog loves to sniff out other animal poo (and eat it, if she’s too fast for us to stop her), jump around excitedly after successfully going herself (a practice I think we should all adopt) and her penultimate favorite:
She loves to eat dead things. Case in point:
I think a hawk or an owl dropped a half of something in our backyard one day, that used to be a whole something. Oh, don’t you worry–my dog found it. Yes, indeed. And proceeded to put it inside her mouth! That was a happy day for her. Oh, happy, happy days. And an entertaining day for my neighbors as well, while they watched me chase my dog around our yard and pry her little stubborn jaws open…
Just some quick humor, all you wonderful readers. I ordered a ring light for my YouTube channel (which is recently, yet slowly, up and running). I’m hoping to film some more this weekend and picked up some goodies for some projects. Subscribe, follow and sashsay.
Write on! ✏️
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*Check PetMD and or with your vet before giving your dog different foods to try. Be safe–their bodies and nutritional needs are different than ours.
With these poison ivied hands, I filmed and posted my first video on my Author YouTube page. It’s definitely a practice video–I was getting used to my camera, a new video editing software I’m trying out and the process of uploading to YouTube. I know I’ll probably chuckle at this video in a few years, but in good humor.
The videos will vary and either have subtitles or me (possibly) talking in the future. For this round, I just have some music playing. Enjoy and happy writing. Ker-kaw!
My camera came today for my forthcoming YouTube channel. The UPS truck backed into our driveway and gave a friendly “Toot! Toot!” on his horn. It was getting darker outside and thundering in the distance when the saint went to sign for the box. I couldn’t help but think of the oft’ used phrase, “It was a dark and stormy night…” What a nice start to a horror author’s YouTube adventure, I thought to myself, amused…
Some general information on the channel thus far:
- I’ll be staying off camera mostly and will probably be using subtitles with background music. I’m sure the style will evolve as I learn and become more comfortable, but this is my foundation so far.
- I’ll be doing arts and crafts projects, discussing literature, the horror genre and writing as a whole. I’ll be talking about my own writing, too, of course.
- One of my goals is to film a book trailer for Memory Bound. This will definitely be a bigger project that will take some time, but I’m looking forward to the process. Hopefully we don’t scare the neighbors too much…
I hope you’ll join us on this adventure. I’m going to start filming tomorrow to test out some ideas and get used to the software I’ll be using. It’s definitely a big step for me, but it’s a dream I’ve had for a long, long time. 😊
Are you on Author YouTube? If so, let me know in the comments below. Happy writing until then and please hit that YouTube subscribe button and click on the bell for all notifications.
Hello and welcome to Peregrine Arc, a Horror Author’s Scratchwork. I published my first novel, Memory Bound, in October 2018. I’m currently working on my second horror novel, GOTD.* Both books feature female protagonists struggling to survive in worlds where uninvited guests come just a bit too close for comfort…
I’m also starting an Author YouTube Channel. Here you’ll find me talking about my writing, literature, and dabbling in some arts & crafts. This page is in development, but I’ll be sure to post updates here when I get the steamworks up and running. Won’t you join us?
All opinions, mistakes and spiderwebs are my own here. Pass the ink blotter, would you? And do watch your step over the landing. Last chap didn’t quite make it out, poor thing…
*I only give my novels’ names in acronyms, until they’re published. Memory Bound, for example, was MB.
Suppose you and your neighbor were to plant a vegetable garden. One of you put the plants and seeds in, watered them once, then stepped back to let it all grow naturally. The other watered and weeded diligently, trimmed where needed, staked up the vines, and poured time and attention into the garden. The first […]The Need to Tend Our Spiritual Gardens — Like An Anchor
I woke up this morning looking like Quasimodo returning from a rave. As I beheld my pajamaed self in our bedroom mirror, holding my medical license I cut from the back of a cereal box, I could see that the right side of my face was swollen. My right eye looked a bit smaller than my left eye, and my arms looked like miniature chickens had a party on them all night. They had kicked up their feet in a frenzied barnyard dance, most extreme, leaving scratches and red bumps galore. I had not slept well. I scratched my neck absently. Wait, the chickens had been there, too?
Boop. Beep. Boop. Ga-hoogah.
“Dear saintly husband,” I texted, who had already left for work. “Me thinks I have a most severe, but not the severest ever (according to an illuminating, but slightly disturbing Google image search) poison ivy reaction. Please send puppies. And sympathy, if I’m ever to be so honest.”
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Our fridge broke the other week. I, being the ever so
stubborn persistent person that I am, researched on YouTube and Google and did all the “common issue” maintenance I safely could, Han Solo. I thought I fixed it, but alas. Our purchased thermometers confirmed: the temperature did not stay consistent in neither the freezer nor the fridge areas. Food poisoning was lurking out in our hallway, robed in her purple velvet cloak, snickering and smirking while smelling of rancid milk. I threw an aluminum air freshener can at her.
Out, we threw all our perishable food items away. Out went my beloved hummus, Tamari, pickles and the beautiful gift of Mexico: salsa. Oh, my wounded fajita.
I kicked Food Poisoning outside into a rose bush. She’s still out there, glowering and sulking, darting me nasty looks and stale crackers with old sardines.
“And stay out!!!” I thundered at Food Poisoning, while making my editor wince at my choices in punctuation.
I closed my curtains and proceed onto writing Part II of my manuscript in progress. Progress and somethings.
Then we called in a refrigerator professional…A PhD in Refrigeratology. He did his thesis on the thermodynamics of frozen strawberry ice cream. 🍓
I’ll be taking the summer off from my blog to focus on completing my manuscript for GOTD, my second novel. I hope everyone has a lovely and safe summer. Cheers. ✏️🦉
In the meantime, check out my current book, Memory Bound, if you’d like something to read.
This movie scene popped in my head today as I was driving back from work, thinking about everything our country is going through currently. The quote one of the coaches says at the end popped into my head:
“I don’t care if you like each other or not, but you will respect each other.”
I’ve only seen this movie once, but I do remember this scene. America is a young country; our history fairly short. Let freedom ring. For everybody.