Eleanor Tatum

In my Swamp Town (the fictional Lake Wheatley), there is a white wooden sign: Local Author Book for Sale. Yes, that’s me.

I wanted to hold a copy of Gray Lace (that’s mine) and have my picture taken beside that sign.  However, at that moment I could not find a copy to hold. There are a few copies for sale in the town’s only restaurant. Yes, those are mine, sitting next to the Methodist cookbooks.

There are some copies inside the town’s museum. They own the white sign. I’ll need to wait until Wednesday or the alarm will go off. Yes, I’ve done that. I donated four copies of Gray Lace for their gift shop.

Potential promotional business is interesting , but not my cup of tea. I don’t like tea. Besides, I could never sell Girl Scout cookies either. That’s me.

Enough!