**Drat! I thought I set this post up last night for Monday morning, but instead I set it for Tuesday. Correcting now – sorry it’s late (Guess I AM that old…)
Halloween is a big deal to us. A week into October we do up the house with lights on the roof and down the walk, and then add a little more as we get closer to the big night. A little fence along the street with more lights, scarecrows, giant spiders, talking pumpkins and ghosts standing along our sidewalk to greet the trick-or-treaters. My significant one (who refuses to let me scare them) is known as the Spider Lady; for two decades she’s been making pony bead spiders to give out to the children who promise to adopt them, take care of them and read to them. There are grown people who come back to our house on Halloween and bring their own children now to adopt their own baby spiders.
With the house repair turmoil that’s been going on (please let it be over soon), we had not decorated for the holiday – it was impossible with the workmen in and out, and we weren’t going to even give out spiders this year because we were afraid that the children might get hurt trying to navigate to our door past construction materials that would be hidden in the dark.
Once the trick-or-treaters started showing up on our street, however, my significant one couldn’t stand to disappoint the kiddoes, so we parked our van out front and sat there playing Halloween music and giving away spiders.
A couple of the adults expressed relief to see us. They had been watching the house as the holiday approached, and, seeing as there were no decorations, they were afraid that we had died.
To which my significant one said to me: “Are we really that old?”
I don’t know why it’s just dawning on her now. The junk mail I’ve been receiving via the postal service has been giving me the answer for years now. I don’t get ads for cruises anymore – now I’m treated to offers for hearing aids. Assisted living. Funeral homes. Cremations.
I remember when you had to watch a TV show at the moment it was on, or you’d never see it again unless you were lucky and it went into syndication.
I remember when if I was expecting an important phone call, I better not leave the house.
I remember when the only mail you received was made of paper and was delivered by courier.
Yes, apparently, we’re that old. But I don’t feel it, and I’m not going to let that stop me from climbing up on the roof to decorate for Christmas. Of course, my significant one expects that that’s where I’ll end – as one of those holiday house decorating fatalities. Just saying…
My next release will be a collection of stories 4-7 of my Herc Tom, Champion of the Empire series. Here’s the blurb for the collection:
Hercules Tom is a popular cat; Minister Tong, Inga Quin, the Rotter Dame, Empress Isabella, Lord Phylo and his Canine Armada – they all want a piece of him. See how our hero saves the Empire at least three more times in this collection of Herc Tom Champion of the Empire stories 4-7. Includes the stories “Baastard’s Revenge,” “Imperial Purrogative,” “Cats Out of the Bag,” and “Reining Cats and Dogs.”
These tales follow the stories “Purr Mission,” “Nipped in the Butt,” and “Cat and Mouse,” which can be found in the collection Cats of War I.
The release date for Cats of War II is November 22nd, but the collection is available for preorder now at a REDUCED PROMOTIONAL PRICE at several online retailers, including, but not limited to:
You might want to read about Herc Tom’s earlier adventures to be ready for Cats of War II. – these are also available in a collection (strangely called Cats of War I.) There is a coupon available for the next ten people who purchase Cats of War I on Smashwords – use coupon code MZ95U to receive a 67% discount – that’s only 99-cents for three Herc Tom, Champion of the Empire stories – such a deal!):
Swordsmaster is available for your reading pleasure:
Fate is neither something to run away from, nor something to run towards.
The first bright-eye to be seen on the mountain in living memory, Sandrik didn’t want anyone to think of him as they did the ominous Aurae of legend, so he had worked hard to keep his special abilities hidden. But there was more to Sandrik than even he knew. Now that it was time for him to enter the ancient ruins of Taernfeld and be declared a man, what other changes might he be forced into?
Swordsmaster is a fantasy novel and is available at several online retailers, including, but not limited to:
(there is also a paperback on Amazon at https://www.amazon.com/dp/1691904910 )
William Mangieri’s writing can be found in many places, including, but not limited to:
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