We are ghouls from New York City,
We are fierce, and very gritty.
We can laugh, and we can joke,
Then we vanish into smoke.
You can see us in the park,
We come out just after dark.
You might spot us on the street,
If you do, try not to freak!
We go out on Halloween,
Dusk to dawn we’re on the scene
We scare everyone we see,
We don’t charge, we work for free.
Grandmas, toddlers, parents, teens,
We just like to hear them scream.
Praise Her, Praise Diana is being released today in paper and digital format. It is available on Amazon and through our publisher, Melange Books.
As is true of many of our recent novels, the main story is set in New York City. Here is a summary: Call it life imitating art—author Maggie Edwards publishes a chapter of a book detailing seduction, murder and castration by a protagonist named Diana, and suddenly a woman code-named Diana begins to mimic her actions in real time. Women who have been abused find Diana to be an inspirational figure, and begin to fight back in her name. Soon violence erupting throughout New York City threatens to spiral out of control. As the police try desperately to identify Diana, Maggie’s high-powered lawyer, Jane Larson, finds herself at the center of an investigation that threatens to upend the entire world around her.
We hope you enjoy it!
We went to Rockefeller Park yesterday because it was Alice’s birthday and we always try to take a walk somewhere nice on that special day. The park is part of the old Rockefeller Estate and has paths that were originally intended for the carriages of the Rockefeller family but which are now open to all. One of the paths is around a small lake.
I guess I should mention that it was the end of a rainy day, but the trees did not seem to mind at all. Doesn’t this look like a ship with big colorful sails?
Of course, what would a walking trip be without making the acquaintance of some of the spirits that inhabit the park, including the rocks along the way?
They were generally very happy to make our acquaintance.
But there were some exceptions.
Some of the rocks were inhabited by more than one spirit, which made them a little bit schizophrenic .
There are at least three faces in here. One grumpy. One mildly amused. And one just plain irritated.
And then there was this guy, who was sleeping so happily in the midst of an obviously pleasant dream that I could not stop myself from taking his picture.
All in all a beautiful day.
I take a lot of pictures of what I call Street Art, which consists of images that are created by chance when paint splatters, cement cracks, paper is dropped, bubble gum is chewed, and on and on. There is a fancy name for this type of stuff — pareidolia — defined as the human tendency to find significance in random or vague stimuli. I prefer Street Art, because it is literally Art produced by the Street.
This is a recent example that I found down near the 42nd Street Research Library. Due to its proximity to the library, and the clarity of the image, I was sure at first that someone had done it on purpose. But if you can blow this up and look at it closely, you will see that in fact much of the face is defined by the imprint of a shoe tread and the other marks are accidental as well. In other words, by chance, a group of details came together in a way that suggests a lion’s head.
Here is another lion that is not quite as dramatic, maybe, but startlingly clear. It was only a couple of inches wide, if that. But the pattern of the pavement, when the paint was sprayed, caused the image to appear.
Details come together in a mystery as well. Sometimes those details are strewn through a book from the beginning to the end and only make sense on the very last few pages. That’s when you know you’ve read or written a good one.
Check out MIND ME, MILADY. See what you think.
Today was the first really cool crisp day of fall in New York City. The colors and the light were both wonderful.
There were butterflies.
And in the Conservatory Gardens, there were flowers galore.
There was even a rainbow at the fountain!
The day brought out at least one artist who noticed a lily in one of the small ponds.
And I am awfully glad that she did since I was able to get a close up of the same lily.