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Recent Runes in Published Form

After a year-long post-Covid publishing drought, I am back in the page-making storyteller business once again. This post is about recent publication accomplishments, evidencing some pride in a comeback.

The poetry book is finished and will be published within a month (knock on wood, barring sudden unexpected death, prison time, or Armaggedon battles.) I have never thought of myself as a poet. But now I seriously think of myself as one of the worst poets in the history of the world.

This book was my only appearance on a best-seller list anywhere at any time as it made the number one spot on Amazon’s hottest-selling newly published books on two separate days in its first week of publication. It is about nudism and naturism, so it is the nudist community on X, formerly Twitter, that I have to thank for its achievement.

This book, the 4th in the AeroQuest series was published just this month, and it has already sold two copies and a whole bunch of KENP pages read. It has been a couple of years since book 3 of this series, so some readers have been waiting for it for a while.

This book, published during the pandemic has also been getting attention from readers, making it the most popular title on my author’s page.

And this book, a fairytale, is the most ignored book I have recently published. I think it is an excellent comedy adventure that even has some illustrations with nude fairies in them. But nothing is ever truly sure-fire.

I am now hoping that the interest in my books will begin to really pick up. I am talking to an agent for the first time about my book, Catch a Falling Star. I could actually be going places this time.

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A Beautiful Day in the Sun

I am not ashamed to claim I enjoy reading and writing in the sunshine without anything but a hat. I wish I could’ve done that today, but there was no sunshine, the privacy fence had a huge hole in it, and the weather was too cold. Ah, the problems with being a nudist in the city.

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The Girls in Town

She made that barrette with the paper flower on it. So, she’s talented. Her mother hates that top and how much bare midriff it shows off, but she went to the mall with her sweater on, and then made the sweater disappear. So, she’s also sneaky.

They are not sisters. But they do look alike, dress alike, and style their hair alike. But they are not even sorority sisters. They are in a high school prep school with a strict uniform dress code which they all break alike. That’s sorta like sisters, isn’t it?

The girl who drives that old, classic yellow cat also shops for yellow dresses and yellow shoes. But if you ask her, her favorite color is blue.

She wears only white in the food court and looks like an angel, and will not even drink much of that milkshake so it doesn’t mess up her dress or upper lip with even a hint of chocolate as she waits for that gangster thug who is her boyfriend. But if you think she’s too good for him, like she does, you don’t know what evil plans she has to manipulate and exploit him and eventually make him cry like a baby. She’s much more dangerous than he is.

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Today’s Practice Picture

She’s a dancing harlequin, inspired by a TikTok post.

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Portraits are Hard to Do

I like to try to capture what people really look like the best that I can. Using digital tools has the advantage of allowing me to correct the little flubs that spoil a drawing and are only permanent once you commit pen, pencil, or paint to paper. I can alter digital works hundreds of times to get it right. I often save numerous alternate versions of the drawings because each has its own charms and problems. The AI Mirror program I use to edit the work overlays a filter on top of my original drawing. Here I have used a basic anime style. It takes care of mistakes like not aligning facial features properly enough, not wrapping shadows around shapes believably, and gradually blending color the way I used to do with oil paints. But it also does anime things I don’t particularly like such as unnaturally shrinking the nose and the mouth, making the eyes look crossed when looking straight out of the picture, and making chins unnaturally pointy. And the program will also magnify my own poor choices. I made the pupils in the eyes too small here, giving the poor girl snake-like eyes. I tried to capture the character evident in her hair styling but only gave her uncombed and messy spots on her head. I did not round off her chin enough to make the AI leave it alone. The shadows in the right eye look too dark to me, and the only visible ear seems too large. The portrait does not look like the model because I never quite see the je ne sais quoi that highlights the features that truly say who this person is to people who know her. It seems too generic to satisfy me. Of course, in addition to arthritis, glaucoma and color blindness, I was also fighting a runny nose while drawing this one.

None of what I have said here is probably interesting to you unless you also draw pictures of people, And even then you are probably laughing at my silly struggles, but I like talking about such things even to people who are not listening.

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Peach Pie

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In the 1960’s back in Iowa, family reunions started happening around this time of year.  We would make long treks to distant parts like Spencer, Iowa or Coralville, Iowa to meet with cousins by the dozens, with Great Aunts and their great families… people we looked somewhat like and were actually related to, but usually didn’t see more than twice in any given year.  And there were some who lived in far off Cleveland, Ohio that you only saw twice in the entire decade.  And it isn’t real easy to play with the kids you are related to but don’t see every day.  Squabbles happen more often than not.  What was the solution to that kind of warfare?  According to Great Aunt Marie, the solution was a nice piece of peach pie.  The offending cousin and I would each get a slice of the solution to eat side by side.  Aunt Marie always had peach pie for family gatherings.  She learned to make them exquisitely when they lived in Texas in the 1940’s.

Now that I live in Texas myself, and the governor of Texas, the heir to Emperor Rick Perry, the estimable Republican Prince Gregg Abbott, has declared that we can’t risk letting Syrian refugees into our State because, out of the thousands seeking refuge from violence and murder, one or two might be terrorists, I am reminded of the way Aunt Marie taught peace with a piece of peach pie.  The alliteration was glorious, and the sweetness lingered long after you had eaten your share.  Why can’t we offer the Syrians a little peach pie?

The Syrians (actually less than one percent of them, ISIS is not a majority of Syrians or Muslims either one) hate Texans for the same reason they hate the French in Paris.  We are dropping bombs on their homes.  Texans went out of their way to insult the Prophet Mohammed by hosting a hate cartoon contest and exhibition in Garland, at the event center next door to the high school where I used to teach.  You have to expect squabbles from people you treat like that.  And I am not saying that we don’t need to fear folks like the two terrorists who died in a shootout with Garland police as they tried to attack the insult-the-prophet event with guns.  But those two guys were not from Syria.  They came from Arizona.  By rights, we should have Governor Abbott refusing to allow refugees of any kind from Arizona to enter our State.  Especially since he is a vocal advocate of their right to openly carry firearms even into restaurants.

I want to give a piece of peach pie to each of the little refugee kids with big, brown, terror-filled eyes.  They haunt my dreams.  Their only desire is to escape the people trying to kill them and blowing up their homes.  Peach pie makes it better.  Aunt Marie is in heaven now, but if you could ask her, she’d tell you, “You should teach to each peace with a piece of peach pie.”

 

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Aqua Jen and the Roboknight

A new superhero is on the scene. Aqua Jen is technically a Naiad from Greek Mythology. That means she has all kinds of very wet powers. She can transform her body into river water, fog, or mist. She can also direct waves to splash against enemies and obstacles. She can make water boil or freeze. And when it comes to fish, she does not eat them. Fish are friends, not food. She loves humans, especially handsome young men. But she has to take explicit care not to drown them.

She is also a genius with electricity since water conducts electricity better than most anything. And since her Uncle Ulysses works in a high-tech electronics research lab, he helped her create a waterproof robot sidekick whom she calls Roboknight. He is totally logical, good at math, and nearly indestructible due to his computerized, armored body. He’s really good at smacking stuff and breaking stuff too.

So, evil-doers beware. Aqua Jen thinks you are all wet… or about to be.

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The Girl in Purple

She’s a cutie who posed in this picture on Instagram. I couldn’t help but draw her picture, though as with all my portraits, it doesn’t really look like her. Well, I got the legs right. But why did I give her one Alfred E. Neuman ear?

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Le Fleur Petit

Another picture with flowers, butterflies, and a pretty girl… just because I can.

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Happier Times?

She smiles and I feel a bit happier, a bit less abused. But the Trump thing could become President again in November. My body fails me regularly. I pass out. I fall down. I have unexplained pains in every part of me, even my hair.

But I got an email from a literary agent. Maybe my writing will get an advocate.

And she smiles. She wears skin-tight bathing suits. And I feel a bit more… happy.

But for those who think an old coot like me shouldn’t get that kind of happiness anymore… well, she lives in Australia and I only know her through Instagram. And I have nothing left to menace her with even if I had the intention and opportunity.

I just look at what she posts. And it makes me smile… until the next wince of pain.

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