Monthly Archives: June 2008
The Book House
Last night while researching independent bookstores to send press releases to about my new book, I came across a place called The Book House right here in St. Louis which I never even knew about. J and I got out today and made a special trip there just to see the place. Wow! We were so glad we did. It’s an old historic house with every room and every wall packed from ceiling to floor with books – new and old.
It was a bit hard to find, as the house sits several yards back from the main street. We actually passed it, but I had made a note of some cross streets and we turned back to look again. I’m glad we did.
Inside, we immediately perused the fiction section and I picked up a new copy of Truman Capote’s Answered Prayers. It was a book that I had been wanting for a while. There it was, so I thought what the heck! Books are stacked vertically and horizontally and I’m not joking when I say they line every wall from top to bottom. So much to read…so little time. But the store offers a nice mix of new and old, and some rare out of print books that were just fascinating. J and I loved looking at all the old hardback books. They just don’t make books like that anymore.
Near the back of the store, still on the first floor, sat a nice young helpful lady who was quick to answer my questions about the hauntings mentioned on the store’s web page. The bookstore is haunting by three ghosts. One is a young girl. One is an older man, believed to be taunting the little girl. And the third ghost is somehow tied to some of the books they own or have owned. It’s possible some were from his own private collection. Behind the counter was a wall of local Missouri books. We snatched up a few on St. Louis hauntings and ghosts, a fav subject of mine and J’s. St. Louis ghost history wouldn’t be complete without local author, Troy Taylor. We bought his book, Devil Came to St. Louis.
I asked about bird books, a recent interest of mine. J checked out the basement of bargain books which he said was pretty spooky. I didn’t go down there. Instead, we both went into the children’s section to look for Little House on the Prairie books. J loves Laura Wilder’s own personal story, and characters from those “good ole” days. We found all of her original books in hardcover from the 1950s, but we did not purchase them. I headed upstairs to look at the 2nd floor of books, and to find those bird books.
Back downstairs, we asked the nice employee lady about a few more subjects. She located some children’s books from the 1950s for us, a steal at $3.00 a piece, and wrote down the title and author of another book we might like which they had in storage. Seven books later and $77.00 well spent, we were out the door, but will definitely be back.
The Book House was definitely the highlight of our day. It was nice to have great helpful customer service for a change, and to support a local business. Check them out online, or if you ever come to St. Louis!

Olympic Swimmers & Their Fashion Makeover
Here’s Michael Phelps modeling the new seamless speedo swimsuit that’s causing lots of controversy for the 2008 Olympics.
Despite the slippery issue, look at how it shows off Michael’s…ahem…Olympic rings tattoo.
Read the full article here.
My Routine Muse
A typical weekday for me involves waking up to the alarm clock at 6am. I use the bathroom, turn off the porch light, turn off the alarm, turn on my computer and monitor, let the dogs out, feed the dogs, feed the cats, feed the fish. The coffee is on a timer and usually made by then. I let the dogs back in and then pour myself a cup. Add cream and sugar. Stir. Then, sit down to write until about 6:50am. My morning routine is practically an exact science of steps which I complete in 4 to 6 minutes each morning.
By the time I sit down at the computer, J has usually wandered out of bed and into the shower. He gets dressed and sits on the bed to watch the morning news. While he’s in the shower, I’ve usually checked email and the blogs, and then began working on whatever I’m writing at the moment. I join him at 6:50am, sometime 7am, to watch the last of the news and the first 5 to 10 minutes of the Today Show.
Then, he leaves for work. We say our good-byes and I pour another cup of coffee. I sit back at the computer until 7:30am, sometimes 7:40, to keep writing. I usually turn on some music to listen to until it’s time for me to shower and dress for work. At which time, I’m usually done by 8am, or 8:10, and rushing out the door no later than 8:20am. I’m only 5 minutes from work so I’m always on time. I have to be there at 8:30am.
J left yesterday morning for another week of job training in Indy. He hasn’t had to go since the 3 weeks in December. It’s odd having him gone. It’s like part of my morning routine is missing. Sure, I’ve fed the dogs and made the coffee and here I sit at the computer, but I can’t manage to write anything except for this post in my blog. It’s as if him sitting in the other room waiting for the Today show is somehow an odd muse for me. The words come easier when I can look across the house and through the bedroom doorway and see his face over the foot board.
I always like to think with him gone for a few days, I’ll do nothing but write since he’s not here to occupy my time, but I know that’s never true. It’s harder for me to write when I’m alone. Isn’t that odd?
It’s almost as if everything has been put on pause, and instead I’m sitting in a giant waiting room, waiting for J to get back so that we can get back to the way things were. Being alone like this is a strange reminder of how things were five years ago when I actually lived alone. This definitely isn’t me anymore. I liked being alone back then. I was content. I came home from work each night and worked on my first book. But now is much different. It’s like I’m just waiting…
George Carlin’s 7 Words
Wow! Being a huge stand-up comedy fan, I was sad to hear the news this morning that George Carlin had passed. I immediately thought of my favorite joke of his…




