You were such a dear to ask…and I was such a silly to let my ego color my response.
Felt that Norway hug…a Toto lick on the face back to you from Kansas.

First, put a halt on any having-been-published groupie stuff, Girl. Don’t mean nothing. What is more important for you to know is that my life (like Pursah of Gary Renard fame) has been divided between
the publishing career pre and post to the Big Dive…translation…Pursah’s career as a professor went south when students lied…mine went south after a personal event that changed the course of my life (no pun). But don’t shed any crocodile tears for Pursah or me either. These things are the kind of stuff that reels a person into a spinning dive, crash and burn…and emerge from the ashes to find The Course. Consequently, my children’s books are out of print. But you can still locate them as used books for sale on Amazon. Google the title: Figment, Your Dog, Speaking.

Will: I know of the book about the dog with gas. Someone brought a copy into work. How
cute it is!!!!
Publishing…yes, very very very difficult. It was back when I was doing it…probably harder now. It was fun…and thankfully, it gave me a springboard to a new career.

So…any lesson? I would trade my fifteen minutes of fame as a published author for 15 minutes of direct connection with God. No contest. Publishing is fleeting and egoic. God lasts.

Something tells me I have done a TMI here.

But you all will forgive me…as I forgive myself.

Write on!

Hugs, Laura

Laura, you have a great talent if you have been published. I think it is probably hard to do nowadays.

Will

You guys are blowing my mind…your mind…our mind….maybe The One Big Mind. I HAVE published books…for children…the most prominent one about a talking dog…(okay, so maybe no dog teeth figured prominently in it)and now I read all these “connections” in your collective posts. Excuse me…I have to go unconnect the seemingly connected or unboggle the boggled. Or show ego to the Exit.

Peace

Thanks for the kind words. I was once a technical writer, which often involves translating highly complicated computer system logic and technology into a 4th grade child level. Other than this, I have not been published. There’s a funny idea in that phrase somewhere….we’ve all published ourselves into bodily form, and often don’t like the literary reviews, right? :-)

I put one of my dog’s teeth under my pillow. I looked this morning and I found a coupon for a free sample of Viagra. However, now I am suspicious that this was not a gift from the Tooth Fairy, but instead a subtle suggestion from my bed partner! :-(

Well, our Monk Meister is in Temecula this weekend, so we can all wish him a….what do we wish him? A good time (like a tourist in gaudy clothes sucking on a Big Slurpy while lounging at the hotel pool)? Not so sure that is what he seeks. Wisdom? OK, let’s go with that. We can all wish him wisdom!

I have a theory for where Jamie gets his pictures.

For years, people have been telling me to stick various things, concepts and ideas “where the sun doesn’t shine”. I never understood that.

I’ve given this a lot of thought. I sincerely think that a ton of stuff has been placed by millions of people “where the sun doesn’t shine”, since millions of other people have urged them to put their stuff there!

My theory is this: I suspect that Jamie knows where this mysterious place is “where the sun doesn’t shine” and he has an access code (or old fashioned key) that allows him to retrieve stuff from this location. This is the only logical explanation for it.

However, I have a sub-theory (as a back-up). Is it possible that Jamie has a box of his baby teeth? When he needs a fresh perfect picture for a blog, he puts one of his baby teeth under his pillow at night. In the morning, the tooth is gone but the perfect picture is there! The tooth fairy has modernized her approach, and now leaves jpeg picture files under your pillow. I have some of my golden retriever’s baby teeth, and I am going to try it tonight.