On March 26, 2013 the next collection of stories from Publishing Syndicate will debut.
In it will be one of my stories, "Half Right."
It's a tale of me--topless--in France. Ooh-la-la! Isn't that scary enough to compel you to buy the book?
Or do I have to take my shirt off and beat you upside the head with it until you order it?
And here, in case you've never heard Regina Spektor sing, is a video of one of my favorite songs of hers, as I bid adieu for a week...(I'll be in Florida in Granddaughterland until the 31st.)
I see London
ReplyDeleteI see France
I should see Sioux
In more than underpants.
And the rest of the world nods their heads in agreement...
DeleteSioux! Why, I never...doubted you'd do such a thing :) You are probably roaming the beaches of Navarre (paradise on earth) topless, right now. Have fun.
ReplyDeleteI'm leaving tomorrow. And no, I like the human race (for the most part) far too much to subject them to that.
DeleteI'll squish my toes into the beach sand for you...
I'll buy one for myself and one for the handsome Monsieur M. Then, madame, you will get the picture!
ReplyDeleteMonsieur M. is the ONLY monsieur who would say, "C'est magnifique!" Other men would run...run away.
DeleteMais non! There will be a transfer of affections for sure when he hears of you sans top! Ou la la!
DeleteHoley, moley. You are full of surprises.
ReplyDeleteHmm. Gone to Florida, you say? Are there topless beaches there?
Oh, and a big congratulations on your latest publishing credit.
Donna--
ReplyDeleteNo, no topless beaches there that I could find. It was a bit nippy anyway. (And the residents of Florida sighed and said a collective, "Thann goodness.")
And thanks for the congrats.
I hope you and Walt and your grandkids had a great holiday.