Lucy!

I am happy to announce that my third ebook, Lucy:  A Campground Chronicles Short Story (No. 2), is now live on Amazon’s ebooks site.  You can acquire the book by visiting Amazon directly and searching for the title, or you can find it through one of the links I have provided at the bottom of this post.

For those who may be interested in ebooks but who do not have a Kindle, keep in mind that ebooks can be read on a number of electronic devices.  Amazon provides free apps for download so that you can use things like your computer or tablet as an e-reader.

I hope that you enjoy this story and, if so, that you share a review on Amazon.  Reviews are both encouraging to the author and help tremendously in Amazon rankings.

Thank you for reading!

Link to Lucy:  http://www.amazon.com/dp/B076LM9LLF

Link to my Amazon author page:  http://www.amazon.com/author/carolevans

 

Psychic Clutter

Last night I had a dream about my house.  Its various rooms came straight out of all the different houses I have lived in over the years, going back to our house in New York, which is the first one I remember very well.

The house was terribly cluttered, items spilling from closets with doors that could not even close.  I recognized the biggest closet as one that used to be in my parents’ bedroom.  This closet has shown up in many of my dreams.  It was a mysterious, slightly scary place, where Mom hid our Christmas presents until they magically appeared under the tree.

Most of the clutter in this house belonged to my two husbands.  Isn’t it funny that they both lived in the same house with me!  The house had finally been sold after being on the market for a long time.  I had known it had been sold and had been busy cleaning up my own stuff, but my husbands had procrastinated.

It was moving day.  The new people were due to take over the house in the afternoon.  And it was still full of my husbands’ clutter.  So, while they were both away, I went through everything, room by room, closet by closet, box by box, and cleaned it up.  By “cleaned it up,” I mean I unceremoniously tossed most things into the trash.

I woke up before completing the job and quickly gave myself a retrospective break, deciding that the next thing I would have done, had I still been dreaming, was hire a deep-cleaning crew to finish the job and make everything sparkly clean.  So I did that real quick in my head.  How good of me.

This dream struck a deep chord.  I spent the first week of October at a campground where I was surrounded by silence.  No clutter in the airwaves–no TV, internet, computer, or phone.  Heck, for the first few days, I was the only one in my rather remote section of the campground.  It was quite a challenge and I will admit that I did not like it at all at first.  I missed the clutter!

By mid-week, however, I was going strong, writing the first story I have been able to get excited about in over a year.  It was basically complete by week’s end.  Now settled into my next campground and workamping job, I have been fine-tuning the story with edits, formatting, and design, preparing to release it soon as my third ebook on Amazon.

There was an even greater significance to my dream, though.  Surrounded by the peace and quiet of that week, I was able to get in touch with the role that certain life-shaping events have played in my own life story.  And I recognized after the dream that the piece I wrote, although not technically autobiographical, turned out to be a really good exercise in psychic decluttering.

Thankfully, I have managed to remain fairly unplugged, even though I can get 50 channels via my TV antenna now and the internet comes in strong.  I have greatly cut back on the amount of news I watch and spend far less time on the computer (unless I am working on the story or something else productive).  It feels wonderful!

I will post here once the story is published.  It will be the second book in the Campground Chronicles series (the first being Billy:  A Campground Chronicles Short Story).  It was initially inspired by my son’s recent suggestion that I write something about my childhood.  That is not something I can easily do, so I took a sideways approach instead.  I thoroughly enjoyed writing it, and I hope a good measure of that pleasure will be shared through the page.

Eau la Tique de la Grrrrrr

“Mmmm, what is that fragrance you are wearing?” you may well ask should you happen upon me and my sweet doggy any time soon.

“It is Eau la Tique de la Grrrrrr,” I shall readily reply, a slight blush of pride at my inside joke spreading across my cheeks and nose… or is that a mild sunburn acquired during sunny summer walks with Dawny Virgil?  Yes, for those of you who have been traveling with us for a while and are curious, Dawny has had a wonderful stretch of good health these past few weeks.  I think the home-cooked diet is agreeing with her.

Dawny and I are now enjoying ourselves in the great state of Pennsylvania.  We have worked our way from the farmland and rolling hills that decorate the southern region to the magic of the Pocono Mountains in the north, visiting with family and friends along the road.

We are also settling into a new workamping job.  It is a nice mixture of physical labor and fresh air.  The only problem is that there is a lot of long grass and underbrush where we walk and surrounding the campsites where I need to work.  And that means ticks.

Did you know that Pennsylvania ranks first in the number of cases of Lyme Disease reported each year since 2011?  I believe it!  I forgot to apply Dawny’s weekly dose of anti-tick/flea spray before we took our first walk upon arriving at the campground near my brother’s house.  Dawny, great huntress that she is, forged deeply into the roadside brush, chasing the scent of Eau de la Groundhog.  Over the next three days I picked half a dozen ticks off of us both and found several more strolling leisurely around our little house.  Smoking tiny cigarettes, no less.

Lesson learned, I sprayed the herbal flea/tick spray that I use to supplement the monthly topical drops I apply to the back of her neck.  My favorite brand is Sergeant’s Green Natural Flea and Tick Spray, but it is very expensive.  Some Walmarts carry a cheaper version, Natural Care Flea and Tick Spray, which has a slight variation in ingredients.

Unfortunately, I continued to find ticks as we worked our way northward.  So I sprayed her every time we went out.  Then I started spraying me.  At this point, I spray both of us at least once a day, from the tips of our toes to the flaps of our ears, including my walking hat and work cap.

These natural sprays have a very strong aroma, consisting of peppermint, clove, lemon grass, and cinnamon oils, leading me to ponder the law of unintended consequences.  Dawny and I are basically strolling around in a thick herbal cloud through an area heavily populated by black bears, who have extraordinarily sensitive noses and curiously inquisitive tastes…

Eau la Tique de la Grrrrrr.

I sure hope my attempt at humor doesn’t come back to bite me.