Saturday, October 29, 2011

Hey, It's Me--Secret Author Girl

This is the cover for my new Kindle eBook. It went live yesterday, and already I'm out-selling Steven King.  Not really. A girl can dream, though.
Speaking of horror stories,  "Not Like Other Girls" contains a few bits of scary stuff that might rev you up for All Hallow's Eve. The product description reads: "A trio of short stories described by one critic as delightfully wicked". 'Caregiver', 'Secondhand Hair' and 'Not Like Other Girls' are about relationships and making them work. Or not. Annie Howland stirs up a disturbing little mix of horror and revenge in her latest batch of dark tales."

Ok, done with the self-promotion. Whew. Wait. I forgot. Here's the link: Not Like Other Girls

And, while I'm at it, did I mention I put my short story, Becker on Amazon as well? How remise of me. Here's the cover:

By the way, you may have guessed by now that I'm using a pen name. No reason, I just like saying nom de plume. It's a kid thing.

Thanks for your suport of my literary dreams!

Monday, October 24, 2011

The Fortune of Family

Family faces are magic mirrors.  Looking at people who belong to us, we see the past, present, and future.  ~Gail Lumet Buckley

"Granny Bee" will be 99 in December. Yesterday, she visited with both sons (one in person, one on Skype), three grandchildren (two in person, one on Skype) and four great-grandchildren (one in person, three on Skype). Is this awesome? TOTALLY! Not only the amazing technology that allows her to travel to the homes of sons, grandchildren, great-grandchildren and even great-great-grandchildren...but how wonderful it is that all of us have been able to have a relationship with the matriarch of our family over the years. I don't know many of my contemporaries who have living grandparents. Some never even knew theirs.
She is our treasure. And as I watched her marvel at the wonder of seeing our family on her TV, I thought how lucky I am to be with her each Sunday, to gather up as many memories as I can of my Granny, so that when she is gone I will have them to keep as MY fortune. To have heard from her own lips the stories of her girlhood is precious to me. To know she loves me, is proud of me, has known me as a woman as well as a child--these thoughts enrich my life.