“You find sometimes that a Thing which seemed very Thingish inside you is quite different when it gets out into the open and has other people looking at it.”
– Pooh, “The House at Pooh Corner”
And from Rabbit: “He respects Owl, because you can’t help respecting anyone who can spell Tuesday, even if he doesn’t spell it right; but spelling isn’t everything. There are days when spelling Tuesday simply doesn’t count.”
“The House at Pooh Corner”
Is this one of those Tuesdays?
Today is 02/22/2022. I don’t know what that means, but it seems significant. My daughter reminded me that at 2:22 in the afternoon, it will be 2:22, 02/22/2020. Cool. When things line up, it means something is working.
I placed both on a Website, bought a domain name, then found they wanted to charge me big bucks to connect the domain, so I redid it on Blogger. Bless those people who have carried my blog Wish on White Horses for years. Maybe I can transfer my domain there, but in the meantime, its address is https://josbooksforkids.blogspot.com.
After reading A Journey Into Inner Earth, you might imagine there ought to be a third book in this series. However, it isn’t written. Do you think writing it is a good idea? I have an idea, but that includes building an ultra-light airplane, but I don’t know how–yet.
And I haven’t the strength right now.
Neither do the kids have the finances to buy one outright.
Maybe someone will donate a fictitious ultra-light.
P.S I just noticed that one distributor for Regal House Publishing has reduced the price of my book, The Frog’s Song by Joyce Davis, from 6.99, Kindle to $3.73, and the paperback from $12.95 to $4.09. (Yesterday it was $3.73, so better act fast.) Holy Cow! One distributor is offering it for $23.43.
The Frog’s Song is not a children’s book, but an adult nonfiction. The book tells how one husband, one daughter, one seven-month old grandson, two dogs and two cats, plus this narrator packed up their belongings and moved to a tropical Island. (The dogs and cats didn’t pack, they did their work by riding in carriers in the luggage department of the airplane, and that sucked.)
Who knows what lurks on that island–we didn’t know until we got there.