#36 Sabbatical

Joe Knows Everyone In Storybook Land. Imagine That!

Every so often it is important for a person to take a break and evaluate where she has been and where she is going. That would be me. Now. One thing I have noted is that no agents, editors or publishers are clamoring to publish my book, which was one of my primary reasons to experiment with blogging a work of fiction. It was never my intention to give away the whole book, but rather to stimulate readers’ interest in reading it in a published form.

Therefore, I have been researching self-publishing and also have appointments with four agents in early November to discuss the possibility of a publishing contract with a traditional publisher. Right now I feel I need to put my emphasis on the publishing part, so here’s the plan: I will get back to all of you, my faithful readers, in mid-November and let you know what is happening and for sure give you the ending to Chapter 5–and maybe more. Meanwhile, take a look at how Joe continues to engage Renee and her grandchildren with more Raggedy Man play:

The boys took turns riding on Joe’s back, and then Lucy asked, “What about the giants and elves?”

“Some of my very best friends,” Joe affirmed.

“You know them?” Her eyes were so big they looked like round blue moons.

“The shoemaker’s elves come down to the river for a picnic every Wednesday noon during the summer. And the giant that tried to catch Jack likes to go out for ice cream on Thursdays. It’s one of his favorite foods now that Jack stole his goose that laid the golden eggs and he can’t have omelets any more.

“But is it just pretend about the robbers stealing gold from the castle?” Reggie asked with a worried look on his face.

Joe smiled. “Yes, just pretend. No one will be putting you in any scary dark caves either.”

“What’s in your back pack?” Lucy was nothing if she wasn’t bold.

“Ah! That! Well, little girl, I’m afraid I can’t tell you because it’s magic. You will have to do three things before I can show you.”

“What are they? I’m sure I can do them!”

“They are very, very hard.”

“Tell me!” she shouted jumping up and down.

“Well, can you spin straw into gold?”

“No one can do that!” she said disdainfully.

“Rumplestiltskin did it.”

“Who is Rumble…what?”

“Stiltskin. You mean your grandmother never read you that story?”

“It’s entirely possible that she did. Mommy says sometimes I don’t listen.”

“Ah, well, grandmother has something to do when I leave, doesn’t she?” said Joe with a wink in Renee’s direction.

“So, if you can’t spin straw into gold, can you kiss a frog?”

Lucy looked indignant. “I suppose I could, but I wouldn’t want to. I kissed the dog on the nose one time, and Mommy said to never do that again because animals have bad germs that make you sick.”

“Not quite ready for the secrets of the knapsack, then,” said Joe, “but in the meantime we could play croquet. Do you know how to play croquet? It’s one of my favorite games.”

“I’m afraid we don’t have a croquet set,” Renee said in a very soft voice because she was feeling quite faint.

“Well, I guess you know what to do about that, Grandmama,” laughed Joe. “Be resourceful now and think of a story where someone played croquet.”


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