Here, a Sneak Peek of Inappropriate Colours:
12 stories-delights for the whacky mind!
I'm so excited, I just can't hide it!
I'm about to publish Inappropriate Colours soon!
And I know, I know, I know, I know,
I want to have you a sneak peek!
Let's get excited (woh)
We just can't hide it (no, no, no)
I'm so excited and I just can't hide it! (Inspired by the Pointers Sisters, I'm so excited)
With a Cappuccino on your desk, you sit at your computer and add the numbers up for your newest business venture. You know how things gotta go and what you're going to do next! It's all in check!
But wait a minute, isn't there something missing? Has everything maybe become a little too tight and predictable, too structured?
It's time to spice the routine up, exchange the cappuccino for a refreshing cool beer and turn things upside down. Let's run off into the unruly, irrational world of imagination! Join in the adventure and embark on my 12-story-marathon, that will refresh your mind as well as provoke new perspectives!
As a sneak peek I have chosen an extract of the story called: 'The butter bee and the knot tree'
I am sure you have been enjoying the cornish, spring son lately, wandering through enchanting blue bell woods. Hopefully you have encountered some bees, praying they'll never die out.
This particular bee, a visionary, started to specialize on butter, instead of flowers.
Have a read!
'The butter bee loved salted butter, above all the other butters. It was a delicacy to her! The butter bee had become a butter bee, when she had noticed how the flowers became less and less. This was, when she had the mighty idea to specialise on butter instead. After all, she figured there would be always enough butter. And the minute she tried butter for the first time she was hooked. She absolutely adored it.
She'd sit on the butter and when it was soft enough, she'd dig tunnels like a mole and she'd become a butter-bee-mole. But the butter bee wasn't stupid, she was actually far from being stupid. So she'd wear a special coat, which would protect her from the stickiness of the butter. The coat was similar to a raincoat, only that it was a butter coat. She had looked for such a coat for a long time and finally had found a plant, which was willing and able to produce the coat for her. The plant was a meat eating plant. Fortunately it disliked the taste of bees. As a payment the butter bee brought the meat eating plant some salted butter, which was a very nice addition to the flies the plant would usually eat. It made flies much tastier. The butter bee still brought the meat eating plant some salted butter once in a while, even though she did not have to. The butter coat was fantastic indeed and it enabled the butter bee to eat her way through the butter, creating beautiful underground tunnels.
It was tricky though, because she had to be very careful, that she didn't eat so much butter, that she couldn't fly anymore. And since she had a sweet tooth for butter, this was not a simple task for the butter bee.
There was one time, where she ate too much and the butter was just about to be placed back into the fridge. The poor butter bee just about managed to roll out of the butter tunnels on to the counter. A lucky escape from the fridge … She rolled of the counter and fell on to the floor. Unfortunately she was too heavy to even move an inch of her wings. Luckily nobody had seen her and so she rolled into a corner to get some sleep.
The thing is, that butter has a similar effect on bees as alcohol has on human beings. The poor butter bee was drunk and while she fell asleep she was praying that she wouldn't have a hangover the next day. In her dreams she pondered how great it would be to have an invisible coat and whether the queen bee would maybe give her one, if there were any. If she had an invisible cloak things would be so much easier. She sighed in her sleep. Nowadays humans were a bit stupid, which made things a bit more dangerous for the butter bee. They'd kill flies per se and wasps, because they were no good. The bees they would rescue, because they bring them honey. The trouble was, that many wouldn't be able to tell the difference between a wasp and a bee anymore. And many bees got killed because the human idiots had confused them with wasps!'
You want to read the rest of the story and find out how the butter bee befriended the knot tree?
Make sure to be one of the first one's to get my e-book when it's out. You'll encounter a musical mouse, who's lost in a heating, a snoring blueberry, being fed up with blueberry land and many more absurdities.
Isn't it great, when you find the right book at the right time by sheer chance? I found 'The Secret Life of Bees' in a charity shop! It's such a magic read! I had seen the film years ago, so I knew it'd be good. Th only thing I seriously wonder now is:
'Can a film, made from a novel, ever live up to its origin?'
I'm seriously starting to doubt it. If you know of a film, which is as good as the book, drop me an email and let me know, which
one it is!
I have created a new category called 'Rendezvous with Mr. Hashimoto', sharing my personal struggles with chronic illness. If you are faced with a similar challenge, I want to let you know you're not alone!
'I'm on a prolonged rendezvous with Mr. Hashimoto; all in over my own head. I feel like I am sitting in a defense against the dark arts class with Severus Snape. My body relentlessly chants its mysteries and bizarre symptoms straight in my face. Dark magic is all around me and I am not getting it.'