When the loon took imaginary flight to the fantasy world of Boad, he visited a high meadow in the foothills of the Orrun Mountains, and there he left his mark on the landscape before reluctantly returning to Earth. He looks forward to June 1, publication date of his saner self’s tale, Bekka of Thorns. https://bekkaofthorns.com
Surrounded by butter, the writing foreman, clad in a sparkly pink jumpsuit and sporting a pair of golden spats, pronounced, “The words selected and the sounds they make when spoken are most important.”
Recipe for Boad, All Fidd and Leee Combined
1 cup Charles Dodgson
1/2 cup L. Frank Baum
1/2 cup Ruth Plumly Thompson
3 tablespoons Edward Lear
1 stick Theodore Geisel
1 dram Joyce Cary
1 flagon James Joyce
shavings of Georges Perec and Samuel Beckett
Holding flagon and shavings in reserve, combine all other ingredients and pour into the brainpan of a loon. Douse loon with entire flagon of James Joyce. Sprinkle lavishly with shavings of Georges Perec and Samuel Beckett. Step back and wait ten years. Pre-order Bekka of Thorns at http://www.wildchildpublishing.com or simply delay until official release date of June 1, 2010 to order it.
Here is the young Nimble Missst. She is the focus of a 10,000 word short story, strangely titled Nimble Missst. She also stars in a full-length story some five or 6 years down the line from her 10-year old self pictured here. That one is called Quen Nim. Her stories are well known to the pair of maidens featured in Bekka of Thorns, which can now be pre-purchased at http://www.wildchildpublishing.com for its release on June 1.
Harrison Mult, attorney-at-law, posing as if being considered for a seat on the Supreme Court, studied the menu.
“Hello, my name is Legion. I’ll be your meal escort today. Are you ready to order, sir?” said the waitress, pen at the ready, hair bunned, glasses on chain, focus located.
“I was born ready,” said Harrison Mult, attorney-at-law, foot floor tapping, knuckle table rapping.
“What’ll it be then?”
“How fresh is the salmon?”
“I had to slap its face. It made a comment. Fresh enough.”
“I’ll have that and a glass of smoke.”
“Salmon and smoke. Will that be all?”
“That’s what she said,” replied Harrison Mult, attorney-at-law, eyebrow shaving, blonde at bar waving.
A citizen’s arrest was thereupon made by a stranger in a green trenchcoat. He turned out to be an armadillo. Fortunately, no newspapers survived, and silliness was kept at a minimum.
This sludge gump is located somewhere in the Woeful Wanderers’ Wasteland on the world of Boad, where the story, Bekka of Thorns, to be released on June 1 by Wild Child Publishing, takes place.
The time? A few years before Charles Lindbergh flew to Paris
The place? Ojai, California
In the White House? Calvin Coolidge
On Broadway? Fred and Adele Astaire in George Gershwin’s ‘Lady, Be Good’
Little Suzanne Gorham seems to be having fun in the warm California sun. She went on to earn the highest marks as a parent to a newspaperman, a loon, and an actor.
“Yer whoal body will be burnin’ and singin’ wi’ unbearable pain, and yer blackened tongues will be stickin’ out of yer mouth, and yer cracked lips will try to scream out for a drop of water, but no sound won’t come because yer throat is drier nor the sandy desert and yer eyes will be beatin’ like great red balls against yer shrivelled eyelids…”
From Amos Starkadder’s fire and brimstone sermon delivered to the Church of the Quivering Brethren. I have not read a funnier novel than Cold Comfort Farm.
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