I self-published love of the monster in 2016, followed by the ebook version in 2017.
I’d been romancing the silly notion of selling my books at fairs with my vivacious mom who was all in. So, after the ebook arrived on Amazon, I had the physical books shipped home. (to this day, a few print books remain on Amazon through second-party sellers and – a funny story about pricing for another post another time)
But sometimes plans falter, and life lobs a hardball at your chest. Those of you who’ve been kind enough to read an occasional post of mine here – know beautiful Millie had passed away after battling the ravages of a major stroke for three years. During all that time, my books and a large portion of my heart were shoved into a closet.
Fast forward to 2023, and brighter times (life may lob the occasional hardball, but the timeouts help one’s heart to heal). A unique book-promoting site who goes by the name of Shepherd asked if I’d be interested in having love of the monster featured on a page. At first, truthfully, I had no interest. Then one morning I woke up and thought – What the hell. Maybe it’s time. What have I got to lose? Millie never quit.
I thought through the many books in my life that have influenced me. I wrote about five special books, both past and present, that I adore and how their pages help me in my creative process. This is where the Shepherd experience is different from Goodreads or seeking books out on Amazon. The Shepherd site doesn’t just list an author’s book, it lists their personal stories about other books too. Since love of the monster is an illustrated poetry collection, I wrote about books of poetry. Author or reader, you should check out Shepherd for yourself: my book recommendations linked here.
I’m happy to say my enthusiasm for my little monster book has returned. And here I am again. Or rather, here is love of the monster again. This time around I’m only online promoting the ebook. To honor my mom, I’ll do my best to smile her smile as I attempt to peddle love of the monster books at fairs. (If you should want a print book and don’t like fairs, you can always email me, firstname.lastname@example.org or you can purchase a book from Amazon which could be cheaper than me shipping a book to you. I’d probably charge 5+shipping. I could write a note inside and add a fancy signature if you’d like;))
In summary: You should absolutely check out Shepherd.com for yourself
love of the monster ebook is re-available on Amazon Kindle. (Going forward, I hope to get it uploaded to Barnes & Noble and maybe Apple Books too. Figuring out file deliveries is quite challenging)
I will be embarrassing myself in an attempt to sell love of the monster books at fairs that have hot coffee in fall and winter and iced coffee during summer and spring. I shall smile like Millie.
I miss my mom like crazy, but rather than get teary-eyed anymore, I smile in the knowledge of how blessed I’ve been to have known and loved such a spectacularly joyous person.
Thank you, am:)
The 5 books I wrote about and shared on Shepherd: the books pictured below are fantastic! It’s wonderful to write about and to share the spectacular books out there in the world!
‘Overwhelmed’ looms on the flashing billboards of my irises ‘Uncertainty…’ notches tighter the belt of the world I’ve yet to decide on an acceptable version of heaven Still, I must not give into ‘the unfinished’ of the past newest year This will be the newest year!
My mettle must leap beyond obeyance of previous resolutions Fundamental confusion must not stymie my goodwill tenacity ‘Where to begin’ roadblocks must not unseat me On or off, I am driver, I am driver, I am driver In my hands, my keys, below my keys, my feet This will be the newest year!
The impractical apparatus of time must be accepted In the know is the ‘now’ where we all exist nothing more nothing less With less one can always make more, I can always make more This will be the newest year!
As this newest year approaches, wineries will bottle their harvests The media and social will continue their ‘rule of sale’ quintessential chaos begets profit, profit begets stockholders, stockholders rule the world “We can all save someone, we cannot save everyone” —good words for a nearby desk sticky note This will be the newest year!
Those standing ahead of my engine might consider I won’t have the balls to roll them And, they are correct There are ways around not having your goodness stolen Fire exists in many forms, I can choose one This will be the newest year!
Poe spoke of “long fits of sanity” before he fell into a coma while wearing someone else’s clothes There is something masterful in the un-mastered struggle the purity of the un-chartered quest on a quiet day ‘Hold to heart my windmill’ I must sing each morning as I shake the rust off my fingernails This will be the newest year!
Wishing you all a kinder and more peaceful newest year Here’s to 2023!
I believe every human being should paint a dog. This is our Mojo. My daughter, who will miss him when she leaves in August to study Sustainability, asked me to paint his endearing face for one of her blank walls.
I’ve been on a personal mission to improve my word and art mind while trying to avoid deep media dives. I generally remain off-politic on this site, maintaining this space as my creative respite. But there’s so much going on out there, and I worry what this world will be like for my young adult children and their future families. The heat isn’t only climate-related.
I believe every human being is entitled to: be whoever they believe they are love whoever they choose A woman’s body is her own as are her personal choices I pray my daughter has the freedom to make her own choices (Mojo’s background was originally purple, my daughter requested more earthly tones:) )
I’m a week late posting this piece in the gem of a journal that is Microfiction Monday Magazine. The micro form transforms one’s writing heart into a fluid and raw state. For me, writing micros frees my mind from the baggage it so often carries while trying to impress. I hope you stop by Microfiction Monday. And while you’re there, check out all the marvelous micros; Edition 116 boasts beautiful pieces by David Hensen and G.J. Williams!
She’d move along in measured paces wearing sensible shoes from down the street by the park where Washington met Lafayette, and the giant oak we’d worship and play kickball beneath
Each weeknight, the umber circle on her right shin commuted from a city bus to the front door of my suburban childhood home Sometimes I’d watch the moving bullseye grow from a dark dime to a darker quarter
Grandma and her mole would always arrive on time for supper. And after working a full day at her paper factory job, she’d retire to her bedroom, watch Perry Mason, smoke Parliaments and knit something for somebody
But every July 4th, after the dinner dishes were cleared away, we’d enjoy the illuminated night sky, we’d eat red, white and blue cake, and we’d sing Happy Birthday to Grandma
An oldie but goodie🌹 (from left to right) my grandmother, my mom, my uncle