Coming up on February 3, the Chinese New Year is supposed to usher in some luck! We could all use some more of that, right? It must just be a coincidence that I’ve got another ebook for sale.
First of all, BUFFALO LIGHTS & TAOS SOUL: Eight of the Best was supposed to be free. I didn’t like the fact that the samples you can download from Amazon and elsewhere only show you the first 20% or whatever. Instead, I wanted to give away the best chapters (eight of them) from BUFFALO LIGHTS: Revised Edition and TAOS SOUL: Love Stories, Heroes, & Wild Adventure to make people curious. Like I said, it was supposed to be free, which is one reason I tolerated the insipid cover you see above (soon to be changed). Imagine my surprise when I learned I couldn’t publish a free ebook at the Kindle store—so you’ll have to pay $0.99 for it. Not my original plan, but definitely worth a buck.
Okay, time out for the Year of the Rabbit:
That’s a jackrabbit under the apricot tree to the side of the driveway. That look, right into the heart of the beast! Very appropriate because that’s what I’m working on in my writing now, letting the animal out… I won’t have to tell you when it happens, either.
In the meantime, the new ebook contains the following chapters from the previously published ebooks mentioned above and in the sidebar: New Mexico Slow, Devil Dogs of San Cristobal, Self-Propelled Geranium, The Spirit of a Place (and How to Find It), Compulsion, Windshield, Natural Born Killer, and Message for the Fourth. That’s about 7,000 words.
Even if you read those and don’t follow up with purchasing the complete ebooks, I’ll still have slipped a little el Norte magic into your skulls, and that will do for now.
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“I’m working on in my writing now, letting the animal out. I won’t have to tell you when it happens, either.”
Gosh! I thought you already had
Oh no, barely started!
We ARE animals, so there ain’t nuthin to let out in that department. The rarer thing in us is our capacity to reason, use language expressively, act on moral principles, create civilizations. The animals can’t do any of this, poor darlings. We can love them for what they are, but it’s retrograde to praise us for being them. “Being them” goes with the territory but ain’t anything to be proud of.
You are so wrong.
That’s what they told me in Bible class.
They didn’t like to give reasons there either. This engendered in me a constitutional aversion to piety, sentimentality and taking things on faith. Bald assertions are a dime a dozen, but discourse is golden. None of us possesses the key that unlocks the vault of final truth. If you believe in something or make a passionate statement of your faith in something, that’s cool, but it’s just the beginning. N’est-ce pas?
If I’m reminding you of Bible class, I must be doing something wrong. But a fair response it is.
Animal means a lot of things. Wild, incorruptible, authentic. And something else I’ve sensed in Nature that I can’t quite express adequately yet. Best not to get too verbal about it at this point, or maybe ever.
I hear you, brother. In the photo Old Brer Rabbit looks like he could speak too. Damn if it wouldn’t be wonderful to discuss life with him, after the prowl. There’s a wonderful section of T.H. White’s “The Once and Future King” in which the young Arthur, through Merlin’s magic, is transformed into and experiences the world as several different animals. I particularly remember the depiction of being an owl in flight.
O.K., then, let the inner animal roam free! (Just remember to tell the tale in well-formed words.)
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