It is my pleasure to welcome this week’s “SPOTLIGHT” Author, Micki Peluso!!! Micki has been a member of Rave Reviews Book Club since early 2014. (That’s TWO YEARS!!!) She is super supportive and all-around awesome!! Please help me shower her with support today!
Excerpt from . . . And the Whippoorwill Sang
School started and fall descended upon us at once, mourned by the whippoorwills, which had to migrate to warmer lands. I’d come to grips with the ghosts; whether true ghosts or poltergeist activity by my wacky teenagers. The starling finally stopped swooping down from the attic right after the school bus left and I was having my coffee while doing my crossword puzzle. It was a daily routine; bird swoops down, cat leaps up and grabs bird, I scold cat and open the front door and the starling leaves until the next day.
It had been weeks since the last bat episode in which Noelle screamed, “There’s a flying mouse after me,” as her five brothers and sisters almost trampled her running down the stairs from the attic bedrooms. I got out the front door before them. With bats it’s ‘everyman for himself.’ I fervently hoped they left for warmer habitats as well.
The rats, compliments of the gentleman farm next door, were still a problem. The chances one stepping on a rat is low, yet Nicole had done it twice already. Two of my favorite lamps and a faux pas print of Mona Lisa were destroyed when her two brothers tried to kill one, armed with a baseball bat and an air rifle.
The house blew a lot of fuses that strangely, flew clear across the large basement, a good thirty feet—which baffled Butch. It happened mostly on weekends when he was home to change the fuses and always in the middle of a good television show.
Butch had traded the white pickup truck, aka camper, for a ridiculous looking UPS truck, painted a bright orange. Inside, it was nicely furnished as a large motor homer, with a kitchen, bed and bath. It had two comfortable, large swivel chairs in front which made for comfortable driving. He liked working in New Jersey, about 3 hours away and only home on weekends. Sure, I got left with all the fun stuff. It was similar to what he did at Benny’s, except more a family style restaurant—a cross between fast food and fine dining.
One Sunday he left early for his long ride back. The three younger girls and I were all home watching the movie, “Halloween,” when we heard odd thumping sounds from the basement. The ghosts usually never appeared there, and I feared an intruder had come in through the unlocked basement door. No one locked their doors in the country. I grabbed the shotgun and put a shell into it, hoping not to have to use it and break my shoulder or hip. I’d never fired a shotgun before. I peeled Nicole, who had wrapped herself around my legs to keep me from going downstairs, off me and made her sit down and be quiet. I snapped my fingers for Sheba to follow me, although the usually good watchdog hadn’t barked at the noise. I quietly opened the door to the basement, warning all the kids to stay on the couch. They actually obeyed. Maybe it was the sight of me brandishing a shotgun. Sheba stayed behind me, brave dog that she was—watching my back, I supposed. I tiptoed halfway down the steps, scanning the basement, shotgun ready to fire, when I saw a large potato at the bottom of the steps. I held my fire. The menacing spud had fallen off the pantry shelf and thumped down the basement steps. I tried to bribe the kids to secrecy, but never lived down the story of the night that Mom nearly shot an Idaho potato.
Micki Peluso is a member of Rave Reviews Book Club. Here is what she says about the support she receives from RRBC members:
I just celebrated my second year with RRBC and I am more amazed each day at the wide scope of ideas and publishing aids offered. I have never before seen a group that rather than competing with fellow authors, goes out of their way to be helpful, supportive and friendly. Each person I’ve met has become not just a fellow author but a friend. My sales jump sporadically, perhaps in proportion to the support given at various times. I love the options open to members for the many and varied promo techniques. It’s a group that makes me feel both comfortable and appreciated.
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Micki Peluso began writing after a personal tragedy, which lead to publication in Victimology: An International Magazine and a 25 year career in Journalism. She’s been staff writer for one major newspaper and freelanced for two more. Twelve of her award winning short fiction and slice of life stories are published in anthologies, magazines and e-zines. Her debut book was published in 2012; a funny family memoir of love, loss and survival, called, . . .AND THE WHIPPOORWILL SANG which won the Nesta CBC Silver Award for writing that builds character. She is presently working on a collection of short fiction, slice of life stories and essays, in a book called, DON’T PLUCK THE DUCK. Her debut children’s book, ‘The Cat Who Wanted a Dog’ will be released in June, 2016.
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