Like her protagonist Shannon Kendricks, Cathy Parker is an attorney. She volunteered as a zoo keeper's aide for eight years and did have a very special beluga buddy, Mauyak. As to encounters with alien children, she is not saying. She was also a radio and print journalist and once was the 'Jill of all trades' for a small satellite paper in Wyoming. She did everything from taking to the photos to writing the articles and op-ed pieces to helping with layout and hauling the newspapers through blizzards once a week. As a result, she saw lambs being born and went on a cattle drive and ate her first (and last) Rocky Mountain Oyster. She has seen mountain gorillas in the wild in Rwanda and orangutans in Borneo and even rocked an orphaned baby orangutan to sleep on her chest. She has volunteered with a chimpanzee sanctuary for former research subjects. So you can see where her heart lies. Currently she is happy at home with her black brindle mastiff and her black cat. All similarities between her cat and Narcissus are purely and probably coincidental.
Here is another statue from Bali. I get a kick out of it every time I see it because between the hand and the frog’s expression, he really does seem to be saying ‘talk to the hand’ or maybe ‘ugh, no more. I’ve eaten enough already.’ (Ok, it’s true—I recognize this expression from my own overstuffed face in the mirror. I’m thinking Thanksgiving in particular.) If you were going to caption the picture, what would you call it? Update on the book covers: I have selected the cover for book two, Power Multiplied, of the Power Rising trilogy and must do a rewrite of the blurb on the back and then on to the cover for book three! Unfortunately, you may recall that my laptop monitor went kaput and I could only read it by hooking it up to my tv screen. Well now its kaputness is complete and I can’t get an image on my tv either. So I must work off my phone. Not ideal. But Bublish is being kind enough to help me post in the absence of a computer for a few weeks. I’m so grateful they didn’t say ‘talk to the hand’ when I gave them my tale of woe.