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Blurb:
The Visitor goes camping? Pollyanna Reagan can't wait to take her
always-put-together, ultra-professional sister out into the boonies. But when
they encounter what they thought was a mythical creature, they might both
become sticks in the mud.
Of course, when they find a body, a stiff in the mud, Connie shifts into
deduction mode. Was the deceased somehow scared to death or possibly attacked
by what should be imaginary, or are there other, more human and certainly more
vicious, intentions at play?
Match wits with The
Visitor as she unravels this twisted puzzle and the family drama that surrounds
it.
Do
You Believe in Bigfoot?
I teach, or try to teach, keyboarding once a month for
my granddaughter, Abigail’s sixth-grade class. They are learning to write
essays and reports before they advance to middle school, and I always desire to
take them beyond the keyboard to what learning the process can do for them in
their academics and everyday life.
What, you might ask, does that have to do with Bigfoot?
Let me backtrack a little before I get to my main point.
I have a cozy mystery that is releasing soon in which
Bigfoot is a main suspect. My characters discover a body in the woods, and
well, they’ve just seen—ah hem—or they think they’ve just seen Bigfoot. I have
emersed myself in Bigfoot research. Well, not like you’d think. I mean, I
didn’t just decide to write the book and delve into the details about the big
guy. I have always been a dedicated fan of all things Sasquatch (that’s
Bigfoot’s real name). To set my character apart from the rest, the folks call
him Old Hairy. Thus, my title The Visitor Meets Old Hairy (and, no, the
visitor is not an alien).
Let me get back on the right train of thought now. When
preparing a paragraph for the students to type so that we could learn formatting,
I was still out in the woods in my brain, seeking the overgrown ape. So, I
wrote a small article about Bigfoot and cryptozoology. Then when I taught the
class, I asked them three questions: 1) Do you remember the promise you made to
me last month? They did. 2) Did you keep that promise? Most of those precious,
bright children had kept the promise to practice their typing skills; and 3) do
you believe in Bigfoot?
Not only did some of those wildly creative kids believe,
they spieled out all of the vast knowledge I’d accumulated for longer than
they’d been alive. Still, there were the naysayers, and they brought valid
proof of their disbelief to the table with one question. “Where are the bones?”
Did I try to convince them that Bigfoot is real? No,
because while I’d like to believe there is this big lumbering ape-like man in
the woods—and I even look for him here in Florida—I have no idea.
But that wasn’t the reason for my question. I wanted
them to see beyond their keyboarding class and into their research for essays
and term papers. So, I read them this small excerpt from my story, the one
where the family, on expedition, explains to their visitor, Aunt Connie, all
they know about Bigfoot”
“Aunt Connie, you’re not up on your Bigfoot
information. They’re stealthy. They are hard to spot even in the daytime. They
can hide themselves against the trees and not make a sound unless they want to
be heard or seen—all eight feet—no grunting from exertion, no stomping when
they walk.” He glanced at his mom with a sly smile that barely showed in the
moonlight. “Some people even believe they have a cloaking ability like one of
those lizards in Florida that change colors.”
Marc drew near. “And they can read your
mind.” He wiggled his brows and glanced at his wife. “When they’re near you,
their sub-sonic hum can make you deathly ill.”
They were making fun of her, but Polly didn’t
care. Standing alone with her family in the middle of their expedition area and
gabbing with the people she loved, that was all she wanted. “They hide in caves
and traverse that way. That’s why they aren’t seen,” she countered with her own
knowledge of Bigfoot lore. “And they’ve had years to adapt to the land, and
they know the layout.”
Not to toot my own horn, but the kids were riveted to
their seats—of course, I read them the part about where the family thinks they
see Old Hairy, and when I finished, I asked them how I knew so much about
Bigfoot? So bright, they called out, “Research!”
No need to tell them that the research was years of fun.
I nodded and said, “So, research isn’t always dull and boring. You can write
about fun things, but they still need facts.”
I believe in the creativity and fascination of Bigfoot.
I follow his mantra: “Believe in yourself even when no one else does.” I want
those kids to believe in themselves and march toward a bright future, typing
all the way.
So, do you believe Bigfoots exist?
Biography:
Since
an early age, storytelling has been Fay’s greatest desire. She seeks to create
memorable characters that touch her readers’ hearts. She says of her writing,
“If I can’t laugh or cry at the words written on the pages of my manuscript,
the story is not ready for the reader.” Fay writes in various genres, including
romance, romantic suspense, and contemporary fiction.
If you’d like to catch up with Fay, visit her at her website, on
Amazon, Goodreads, Facebook, and Twitter.
Also, Fay has become a “novel” gardener, and she shares her adventure in her
newsletter, Tales from the Azalea Garden. You can sign up for her
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