puplucyblue is the runaway writer
The runaway writer, making every day an adventure.
I can't believe it's almost over. I knew that 2019 was going to be a good one, but I had no idea it would go out with such a bang. Y'all. Walking The Wrong Way Home has sold over 300 copies since the publishing date of 11-26th. I had my first book event at Story... Continue Reading →
If you've read my older blogs, you know that I toyed with the idea of starting a Patreon account to help with the costs to publish my book. I just couldn't do it. I know other authors who have and they have fun doing it. And lots of success. But it just wasn't for me.... Continue Reading →
I've missed you guys. So many things going on in Fernandina Beach. I started a job as a bookseller at a beautiful spot here called Story & Song Bookstore and Bistro. Actually two jobs - I'm in the Bistro as a chef about fifty percent of the time. So learning two new jobs and working... Continue Reading →
I bought Where The Wild Things Are at a scholastic book fair in 2nd grade for my little brother. He was four years younger and my little buddy. I couldn't wait to get home and read it to him. If I played hot wheels with him first, he'd let me read to him for as... Continue Reading →
When I was twelve or so, she is the person that realized I had a little bit of talent and no outlet – except for boys – and bought me my first set of paintbrushes and oil paints. I couldn’t find enough things to paint – nothing was safe, I painted EVERYTHING – even glass. She realized I needed more things to keep me busy – to keep me out of my mama’s hair and out of trouble – so she taught me Sherinschniette
I am very lucky to have the kind of face, or maybe it’s the vibe I give off – or maybe, more than likely, it’s the fact that I am a perpetual eavesdropper who doesn’t even try to hide it. Whatever the case may be, total strangers share some really personal and powerful stuff with... Continue Reading →
I found a hidden treasure at Rock"A"Rosa. I knew it was going to be good because of the artwork on the front. It's subtle, but the googly eyes caught my attention. I'm a sucker for messages hidden in old books, especially text books that belonged to pre-teen or teenage boys. I wasn't disappointed. I noticed... Continue Reading →
People always ask me, "Why are you so happy all the dang time? Do you wake up like that? Are you always so annoying?" And the answer is yes. Especially to the last question. You might be thinking, of course you're happy - you ran away, you idiot. Not everybody's life is all rainbows and... Continue Reading →