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The Dog Who Wanted A Person

At long last I can announce the publication of the handsome paperback of The Dog Who Wanted A Person, an illustrated fable about a charming one-year-old dog named Huleekalabulee.

On his quest to find a person or people to live with and love, Huleekalabulee meets several remarkable dogs (and one groovy cat) who help him on his way. In the course of his exciting and humorous adventures he learns many valuable lessons about life and love while overcoming hunger, danger, fear, and loneliness to ultimately discover what is most important to him.

The beautifully illustrated paperback can be purchased from the usual online book sources and you can order the book from your favorite Actual Bookstores!

Here are links to the book from online sellers we know have the book ready to order. The Dog Who Wanted A Person from Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Alibris, Abe Books, Bookshop. More online sellers will have the book soon.

I believe if Actual Bookstore owners see and read The Dog Who Wanted A Person they will want to have stacks of copies near the cash register for bountiful sales. The trick, of course, will be getting said bookstore owners to see the book.

I’ll let you know when the e-book edition debuts in a few weeks, and when the hilarious audio version starring yours truly comes out around then, too.

If you live in England or Australia or Canada or myriad other countries outside the United States, you can order the book from your favorite book source there and your bookseller will get you a copy.

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The History of The Dog Who Wanted A Person begins in the year 2020 when I wrote and posted on my blog the first iterations of the eight episodes composing The Dog Who Wanted A Person. To my surprise and delight, nine people contacted me to say they loved the story. Among those nine were three people who had never contacted me before.

Nine people may not seem like very many people to you, but when two people let me know they’ve enjoyed one of my blog posts, I consider the post a huge success. When nine people let me know they loved The Dog Who Wanted A Person, I considered the story an international blockbuster. And then I promptly forgot all about it.

Five years went by. One day I got an email from my friend Doug Fields saying he hoped I’d do something with that story about the dog looking for a person. I only vaguely remembered the story and couldn’t remember the title. Nevertheless, I searched through various archives, found the eight episodes, made them into a single manuscript, read the totality, and decided to spend a few days rewriting the story before giving the manuscript to Marcia to read.

To my surprise, Marcia loved the story and encouraged me to publish the tale, which is a kind of children’s book for grownups and smart kids. The vocabulary is fairly sophisticated and there are some racy parts, so the story doesn’t really qualify as a children’s book, though if I had read The Dog Who Wanted A Person when I was ten, I’m sure I would have read the story a bajillion times.

Why was Marcia’s reaction surprising to me? Well… though she generally enjoys my writing, she has never raved about anything of mine as she raved about The Dog Who Wanted A Person.

All we needed were eighteen terrific illustrations and the book would be ready to publish. I inquired of my friend Vance who illustrated my book Open Body: Creating Your Own Yoga, (Avon) and my chapbook Of Water and Melons. He said he was busy until the end of time and declined the gig. I then inquired of several artist friends if they knew any likely illustrators, and I queried a number of artists-for-hire online. The upshot of these inquiries was that illustrators whose work I liked wanted a thousand dollars or more per drawing, whether the drawing was used for the book or not, and I needed eighteen drawings!

Feeling over-matched by the fees demanded by illustrators, I gave up my search and turned my attention to publishing my novel The Farm at the East Cove Hotel.

Then one cloudy morning some weeks later I decided to walk to town to run some errands. I got about a quarter-mile down the hill from our house and realized I’d forgotten my wallet. So I hiked back home, got my wallet, and resumed my journey. The extra time spent retracing my steps is crucial to the outcome of this saga.

In town I ran my errands and started for home, but rather than walk home the way I usually do, I decided to take a longer route to see some sights I hadn’t seen in a while. And just as I reached the corner of Lansing and Ukiah Streets, who should come walking along but Marcia and our charming friend Marius Constantin, the locally renowned singer possessed of enviably curly hair. They were on their way to the Goodlife Café for coffee.

I crossed the street to say hello and let Marius know The Farm at the East Cove Hotel was just out and he had a cameo in the novel. And then Marcia proclaimed, “But wait until you read Todd’s new book about a dog seeking a person to call his own. It’s fantastic.”

And I said, “Problem is I can’t find a good illustrator I can afford.”

To which Marius replied with his charming Romanian accent, “Well you know my daughter Miruna draws, and she is quite good.”

My first thought was I wonder what he means by quite good.

Nevertheless, trusting our unexpected meeting was arranged by the universe to aid the cause, I sent Marius a copy of the manuscript to share with Miruna. A few days later, Marius and Miruna, who was fourteen at the time and is now fifteen, came to my house and Miruna presented me with an early version of the drawing that graces the cover of The Dog Who Wanted A Person. Huleekalabulee! Exactly as I imagined him. Miruna’s drawing style was exactly what I wanted. We agreed on a per-drawing fee I could afford and she felt was fair, and we agreed she would receive 25% of the profits if by some miracle there are any.

Several months later, fitting her illustrating work into her busy school/life schedule, Miruna completed the last of the eighteen pencil drawings and I then had a graphics artist clean the drawings up in Photoshop. Then I placed the illustrations where they belonged throughout the manuscript, and after a frustrating series of printing snafus spanning a few more months, the book was born.

I hope you’ll get a copy. If you do get a copy and you love the book, I’d love it if you’d spread the word and help me break my current record for copies sold of one of my self-published books: 53.

Here is a brief excerpt from the book.

Coming down from Bullwinkle Butte, Huleekalabulee encountered two mutts blocking his way. One of the mutts was small and brown with enormous ears, the other a huge dirty blond.

“Slow down,” said the dirty blond. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“To the beach,” said Huleekalabulee. “I’m questing for a person of my own.”

The two mutts found this so funny they laughed for a long time until the brown mutt said, “Hey, what’s your name?”

“Huleekalabulee,” said Huleekalabulee.

This made the two mutts laugh again for another long time until the dirty blond said, “What are you… Hawaiian?”

“Not that I know of,” said Huleekalabulee. “My mom is mostly Golden Retriever and my father, according to my mom, was a big brown mutt of uncertain ancestry.”

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Headlands Fleurs

There is a boggy place on the headlands just to the south of Main Street in Mendocino where the flowers this year are more lush and spectacular than I’ve ever seen them, and the bumblebees are in ecstasy visiting the myriad blooms.

Farmers Market

Every Friday from noon to 2:30 until October is the Mendocino Farmers Market. Such fun. I go every week and buy sunflower-seed sprouts and tamales, and this week I got a jar of ambrosial apricot jam, a jar of Laytonville honey, a jar of cannabis healing salve that really works, and a spectacular bunch of radishes.

The Bear Came

This morning I went out to cut a zucchini from my one zucchini plant growing in my orchard tub and found a bear had knocked over one our garden refuse cans to root around in the kitchen compost.

We call any bear who knocks over cans in our neighborhood the bear, though we’ve never actually seen the bear in the thirteen years we’ve lived in this house. He or she visits us during the night. We know the bear is different bears, but for some reason we like calling them the bear.

And though cleaning up the bear mess is a gucky chore, I’m always happy when the bear visits us so long as he or she doesn’t try to get through or over our deer fence. I like the idea of him or her out there sniffing around.

Sugar Snap Peas and Carrots

In my orchard tubs protected by the aforementioned deer fence, we have had the most successful crops of sugar-snap peas and carrots we’ve ever had. The lettuce crop has been good, the scallions marvelous, the sunflowers still stalks and no flowers, arugula plentiful, radishes ample, parsley galore, and the snap peas and carrots magnifico.

Lemons

Our lemon trees are also having a fabulous time this summer. I’m staying on top of feeding them and watering them, and we’ve had bumblebees and hummingbirds doing a great job pollinating them in the absence of honeybees. How lucky we are to have such a profusion of those tasty yellow orbs.

Reviews of The Farm at the East Cove Hotel

I’ve had several emails and letters and even some phone calls from people telling me how much they enjoyed my latest book The Farm at the East Cove Hotel, but until recently no one had posted a review of the book on Amazon, and finally someone has posted a nice encouraging five-star review there to go along with two good ones at Goodreads. Hurray!

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Todd’s happy song Wake Up Thinking About You from his album Dream of You

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Alternative News Feed

As Damaged Soul and Psychopathic Architect of Ruin continue to attack the foundations of American democracy with alarming success, and resistance seems frighteningly slow to develop among those who should be leading the resistance, we bring you this alternative news feed.

As the earth continues to rotate at a thousand miles per hour and fly around the sun at the astounding speed of sixty-seven thousand miles per hour, Leonard Peltier was pardoned, finally, for a crime he didn’t commit, and for which he spent fifty years in prison. Hurray for Leonard and his family and friends!

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In more localized news, Mendocino received nearly seven inches of rain last week, and now we are in the midst of cold clear days as prelude to the next storm. A good wet winter so far in the watershed.

In local music news, weekends of late I’ve been driving our little red Prius from Mendocino to Albion to spend delightful hours in the recording studio with Peter Temple adding vocals to the piano tracks we recorded here at our house for an upcoming album entitled Hip Salon, a collection of tunes we hope to bring out a few months hence.

The title song, Hip Salon, came about in a fun way. Our friend Abigail was visiting and said of her friend, “She has a chair in a hip salon.”

I thought this was a great lyric and soon thereafter wrote a song that begins, “She has a chair in a hip salon. She sets you down and goes on and on, ‘bout this and that, that and this, and if she really likes you, if she really likes you, if she really likes you, she’ll give you a kiss.”

While working on the songs at Peter’s studio, one or both of Peter’s cats hang out with us and groove to my tunes, which prompts me to boast, “The kitics love my music.”

On another creative front, the novel I’ve been working on for a year, The Farm at the East Cove Hotel, is soon to be released as a handsome paperback. Then a few weeks later the e-book versions will appear, and not long after that the audio book will debut with yours truly narrating and playing all the characters. What fun!

In culinary news, I have stumbled upon a quesadilla-like concoction that is so good I must share the ingredients with you or feel guilty of a sin of omission. A corn tortilla fried in olive oil, cheese melted therein (or sliced turkey), avocado, sautéed mushrooms, and slices of dill pickles, the entirety doused in hot sauce. The combination of these flavors, with an excellent dill pickle leading the way, is indescribably delicious.

In domestic news, Marcia is about to join me in being seventy-five. Her birthday is easy to remember because it falls on Valentine’s Day and the media is full of reminders about this special day.

In closely related news, Valentine’s Day reminds me of one of the greatest things that ever happened to me as a kid. In Second Grade at Las Lomitas Elementary School, a couple weeks before Valentine’s Day, a little room appeared in the classroom with signage indicating the room was a post office. The purpose of this inner-classroom post office was to process the valentines we were to make and send to our classmates. We each had a post office box (cubbyhole), and when valentines were dropped into the mailbox adjacent to the post office, post office employees (we took turns being postal clerks) would collect the mail and distribute the properly addressed envelopes to the post office box grid mounted on the outside of the little room. No wonder I’ve always loved getting mail. Mail equals love!

And those are just some of the stories we’re following.

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Ahora Entras Tu song

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Gestation

I’ve just completed the third draft of my novel The Farm at the East Cove Hotel. I printed out the three-hundred-page manuscript last night and I’ll let the tome rest on my writing table for a week before I return to the saga with pen in hand to discover what wants clarifying.

During this week of letting the pile cool, so to speak, I will give the editing department in my brain a vacation.

However, I know my unconscious self will stay on the job night and day interacting with magnetic electric sonic vibratory synaptic currents coming from hither and yon, so when I do take up the physical manuscript again I will be a different person, neurologically speaking, than he who wrote the book so far.

This is one of my favorite things – the work that gets done in realms beyond conscious knowing.

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