April 26, 2012
As I mentioned, my computer went on the blink this week and I spent the first three days trying to fix it. Well, I didn't actually try to fix it, I just stewed. Then after many, many hours on the phone with tech support of every ilk, I miraculously landed a genius from Apple named Kevin. But I think I shall rename him, 'Kevin the Computer King', it's only fair. He spent hours on the phone with me and fixed it! Oy!
Then there was creating my new website. It's almost done, one page left to add, though I'm going to post it the way it is, Rare Rabbits Designs. Also, I've started a new online surface design course. I'm working towards improving my design and drawing skills so that I can add my own fabric line to my Rare Rabbits Shop. Oops, almost forgot. I have to go now, I have another webinar to attend this afternoon. Oh dear, I think there should be lunch in there somewhere.
April 21, 2012
April 17, 2012
April 11, 2012
It was picnic day and Petal was anxious to get started. Big sister Marushka said, "Please eat your breakfast, Petal. We need to hurry if we're going to get to the other side of the woods today."
But Petal didn't want her breakfast, she wanted a picnic, now. "No," was all she said.
"If you don't eat, the Frankenbunny will get you!" Marushka told her little sister. "He's big and green and stomps around hollering, 'I only eat bunnies who won't eat their breakfast!'
"No, no, no!" Petal yelled back. "I don't believe you. I want to eat a cookie."
"Suit yourself, Marushka said. "But don't blame me when the Frankenbunny comes sniffing around." Then she packed up Petal and the wagon and off they went.
Happily, Marushka led Humphrey, their miniature, miniature pony, Petal and Teddy, their dancing Teddybear hamster into the woods.
Petal entertained everyone with her very loud singing and a song she made up called, 'I don't believe in Frankenbunnies'. She was about sing it again when she noticed a dark and looming castle in the distance. "Marushka?" she called, nervously. "Who lives in that dark and looming castle in the distance?"
"Oh, that belongs to the Frankenbunny. But you don't believe in Frankenbunnies, do you?"
"No," Petal said quietly, clutching her cookie.
Marushka didn't turn around, but smiled as she continued down the path.
Petal wasn't smiling anymore, or singing for that matter, but instead whispered, "I don't believe in the stupid ol' Frankenbunny." Then she turned around really fast to look, at the same instant that they rounded a bend in the path.
She couldn't be sure because Humphrey was trotting pretty fast for a miniature, miniature pony. And it could have been the sun in her eyes, but she thought she saw the Frankenbunny! She kept her cookie close and her ears perked, waiting for the Frankenbunny's holler.
Suddenly, Humphrey came to a halt before a beautiful secret garden in a clearing. Marushka said, "Look how lovely! Lets stop here, I'm starved!"
"Me too!" said a deep voice behind Petal.
Well, all the little bunny hairs on the back of her little bunny neck went up and she jumped from the wagon yelling, "Run for your life! The Frankenbunny's here!"and hid beneath a clump of grape hyacinths.
But the giant, stomping Frankenbunny followed, peering at her through the leaves, "I'm sorry, Petal," he said, lifting up the big green mask. "It's only me, Iggy."
She peeked from her hiding spot into a warm smiling Iggy face and with a deep sigh of relief said, "I don't believe in Frankenbunnies."
Marushka unpacked the wagon and soon they all sat down for a nice healthy lunch of veggie burgers, carrot sticks and carrot juice. Afterwards, Petal danced around chanting, "I only eat bunnies who won't feed me cookies."
When Marushka and Iggy had fed her enough cookies she played with her boat in the pond and sang in a high, sweet voice,
"I don't believe in Frankenbunnies!"
April 9, 2012
So, I finally managed to turn my children's book into an ebook and what a finicky job it was! I really can't complain though, because this whole publishing process has been a wonderful experience!
From illustrating the cover to formatting and printing the book, it's been scary, fulfilling and euphoric! This is the cover page in the book, although I didn't think to include the little thumbnail picture in the printed version until I saw the ebook publishers doing it. Oh well, next print run!
You can find an electronic copy of Tale of the Black Mamba at Smashwords or if you prefer, I'd be happy to sign a copy for you at lenoreangela.com . Oh, marketing! Shameless self promotion!
What people are saying about Tale of the Black Mamba
"With a steampunk sensibility and wildly inventive plot, plenty of verbal (as well as actual) fireworks, and an evil mastermind as ruthless as Sax Rohmer's Dr. Fu Manchu, this darkly humorous fantasy is a fabulous confection of a book. Fair warning: teen readers should be prepared to steal it back from the adults in the household."
—Eileen Kernaghan - Author of Wild Talent: a Novel of the Supernatural
"Lenore Angela combines simple, everyday words to create something exquisitely wonderful."
—Irene Livingston - Author of Finklehopper Frog
"From the wildly inventive, black-capped, mauve-slippered Dr. Wu to a sumptuous subterranean hideaway and a teetering tightrope rescue above Niagara Falls, this book has all the fun of the 1901 World's Fair: a rollicking good tale brimming with escapades galore."
—Jacquie Argent - Freelance Editor