The Sequel to the Prequel AKA "The End"

It's been my experience that things come in threes, good and bad.  And, so, at the end of this blog, here are three book-related "things" I've recently discovered and enjoyed perusing, slowly:


*Little Free Library

This site was introduced to me by Dee Dee and she hopes to get her son, Tyler, to build a little free library to place outside her Santa Cruz cottage.  


*"Mystery is alive and well in St. Looey"

Met the proprietress, Helen, and chatted about the latest Bouchercon (world mystery convention) just held in the city of the Arch.

*Writing well is the best revenge.

What's not to like about a blog with this tagline, "Eight smart and sassy crime fiction writers dish on writing and life.

It's The View. With bodies."

Some might object to my calling this "The End" as we all know nothing ever really ends or disappears once on this worldwide, web, internet thingy. But I vaguely recall one of my first posts saying, "This blog's birth has come about for many reasons, none of which I want to share right now."  And quite appropriately, the death of this blog has come about for many reasons, none of which I know right now.

But thank you for visiting, commenting and sharing your thoughts.  Now please go support your local library and independent book stores.

Spinning Tales by the Light of the Silvery Moon

Continuing the web/weaving theme of yesterday's post (and no, Charles/Charlotte didn't succumb to the pest technician's monthly maintenance), I've been researching local textile classes and teachers in search of a beginner's spinning class. 


With the economy in the shape it's in and my income prospects still dim (perhaps tonight's full moon will enlighten that situation), my rallying cry of "off-the-grid seaside cottage" has reached smoke-alarm intensity and I figured I'd better do something more than just keep repeating that statement.  


While researching the spinning class options, and there are several, my mind went to the origin of "spinning tales" and sure enough found the interconnection among the spinning wheels, spider webs and novelists:


*in the U.K., the phrase is "spin a yarn" harking to those days when women would sit at spinning wheels, spinning yarn and tell tales to pass the time.


*the spider "spins a web" meaning forming, creating as when someone "spins" a tale or story


*the novelist completing chapter 3 is making a continuous connective thread


And where does all this spinning lead this post?  I don't know; it seems I've lost the thread of connection . . .

Web Weaving

This lovely portrait of nature greeted me this morning as I opened the door to the monthly visit of my pest technician.  How appropriate, we both thought, as Halloween approaches. My neighborhood's Halloweens are legendary.  Our street is one of the few, flat, long streets in town and is the major thoroughfare for  the elementary school at the street's one end, for the residents living in the hills, not to mention emergency vehicles of every stripe. In years past, about 200 kids have shown up at the door and in the five years I've participated, I've run out of candy each year.  And, the decorations' anchor is a six-foot web made of twine!  Must be I was inspired by the all the web-weaving naturally surrounding the house.

Charles'/Charlotte's Web