The last newsletter I published asked for feedback from my readers. Holy crap, did you deliver! Basically the response was ‘Keep writing funny stuff and we’ll keep reading it.’ Sounds good to me.
So today’s newsletter consists of: a blooper and a true story of my wild wilderness adventure. Shall we proceed? Excellent.
One reader commented that she likes when an author posts about their humorous typos. I instantly smiled, because I have one hell of a doozy. During an intimate scene in one of my stories, one thing led to another and my heroine stuck her hand up the hero’s shirt to check out his smoking hot body. Except…she didn’t quite do that in the first version of the story.
She stuck her hand up the hero’s shit.
See how much of a difference a tiny little ‘R’ can make? Obviously, spell check didn’t see the difference between ‘Shit’ and ‘Shirt’ because they’re both real words.
Perhaps I’ve accidently stumbled upon a new genre and ‘poo porn’ just might be the next thing to take over the market.
Nah, I didn’t think so either.
Let’s take a moment to offer you some amazing book deals and then we’ll proceed to my funny-ish story.
I signed up to be part of a multi author promotion. A whole heaping mess of writers are joining forces and discounting their books to FREE or 99 Cents on Amazon, myself included. This involves nothing on your part except for clicking the link below (I mean you don’t have to sign up for a newsletter to snag these great deals…they’re available on Amazon). But wait…there’s more…. For the first time EVER, my newest release, ‘Chasing the Bodyguard,’ is on sale for the low, low price of 99 cents. That’s right…I chose to discount my full length, 348 page, contemporary romantic suspense comedy action Irish Mafia road trip romance for only 99 pennies! Holy shit, what a deal!
Time for some links and then we can move on…
Here’s the link to the Romance Book Fair with 99 cent and free books on Amazon…
And the link to my 99 cent book….
Okay… let’s get to the main story of amusement for this week’s newsletter. Nothing terribly monumental happened in the past two weeks since I last checked in, so I’m going to the vault with a gem of a story from probably seventeen-ish years ago.
Once upon a time (three houses ago) I lived out in the country in a house next to a large field that was next to a creek. It was during the winter, so we can safely assume it was late December, early January. I had a nine year old stepson and an eleven month old black Labrador puppy, and both were cooped up and looking for adventure. So I had the genius idea of taking a ‘wilderness hike’ to the creek. We hadn’t lived in the house very long and tended to stick to our own yard, so this was something new and exciting.
Once all our gear was put on (boots, hat, scarf, gloves, etc), we were all set. The pup was full of energy and eager to sniff every new bush and explore new terrain. My stepson found a walking stick and he was getting into the spirit of the adventure. All was well until we actually came to the creek. That’s where the real fun began.
Let me explain that this wasn’t a huge creek, maybe eight feet across, and the water was flowing nicely but not too strong with raging rapids that might suck you in and drown you. In other words, there was no clear and present danger. There was, however, a huge ice chunk in the middle of the creek.
“I think we should jump across to the ice chunk island and then jump across to the other side of the creek,” I suggested foolishly.
“Um…what?” my stepson asked with concern. “The ice chunk doesn’t look very solid and that sounds dangerous. I’m pretty sure that’s the worst idea I’ve ever heard in my life.”
Let me explain that he’d been around me since he was five, and the kid knew better than to blindly trust my ideas. There may or may not have been an incident a few months prior where he tried to stop me from putting a metal pot in the microwave, but I didn’t listen.
Yes, bad things happen when you try to put metal in the microwave. The boy’s grandma (my beloved mother in law) had taught him well. While she was busy teaching him what NOT to do, I was busy showing him WHAT HAPPENS when you do stuff you’re not supposed to do. Her lessons were practical, but mine were funny…so funny that he still brings them up to this day and he’s well into his twenties.
By now I had myself convinced that there was absolutely no risk involved with jumping onto the ice platform. I intended to take the dog’s leash, make my move, and show my stepson that I was perfectly capable of maneuvering my way across the creek.
Did that happen?
The dog stuck out her foot to put on the brakes as if to say, “Oh, HELL no. Even I know better than that!”
I took one leap, went about three feet, and found myself sinking into the mud bottom of the creek while ice cold water swirled around my legs almost up to my thigh.
“I’m sinking!” I screamed. “It’s like quicksand!”
“GET OUT! GET OUT,” my stepson shouted.
I quickly turned, got myself unstuck, and miraculously made it back to dry land. While I was safe for the meantime, it had become apparent that the water was very, very cold and I was now freezing.
“I’m going to get HYPOTHERMIA,” I screeched, quickly running as fast as I could in the direction of the house. With every step, my cheap non-waterproof boots squished in an ever present reminder that one does not go in water in the winter or bad things will happen.
By this point, my stepson was laughing so hard that he was doubled over in hysterics.
“I told you not do it. What made you think you could jump across a creek? You got a ‘D’ in gym class! Even the dog knew it was a bad idea!”
“Just grab her leash so she doesn’t run off…I need to get back to the house before my foot turns blue and freezes right off…it’s every man and dog for himself!”
This caused an even worse fit of laughter from my stepson…with a threat of future blackmail.
“I’m telling dad and grandma about your poor decision making skills! You’re going to be in trouble!”
Not more than two minutes had passed once we got back to the house that I heard him on the phone…
“Grandma…have I got a good one for you! Are you sitting down? Guess what happened now…”
Obviously we all lived happily ever after and no one lost a foot to hypothermia. Coincidentally, the dog never did become a fan of swimming. My stepson loved this story because he got to add it to his list of ‘Crazy stuff to remind my stepmom that she’s a nutcase.’ Believe me, there’s a lot of things on that list. To this day, he likes to bring it up in conversation when he thinks I’m making poor life choices.
“You think that’s a good idea?” he’ll ask. “You’re not known for the best ideas. Remember that time when you almost drowned the dog?”
……and that was your story of the day.
That’s all I have for now…. Have a wonderful weekend and stay safe…it’s a jungle out there!