Hello folks. Or folk. As I get back into blogging, I’ve discovered that wordpress won’t let me post cartoons as BMP (bitmap) files and Blogger will. The quality is soooooo much better I am forced to return to Blogger for this round of bloggyness.
My new URL for Fire On the Poop Deck is: www.wendyboucher.blogspot.com.
See you there!
Click on the pic for a cartoon. And have a nice day. Sorry the words are hard to read. I’ll fix that with my next one.
Seeing how I just don’t have the time to post on my blog anymore, I’ve decided to stop indefinitely. I have a Myspace location now where I am promoting my art and books: www.myspace.com/wendyboucher. I have also changed the settings on this blog to put a stop to spam comments that come in waves despite my best efforts. So if you like, visit me at myspace or send me an email but you won’t be able to comment here.
I’ll try to come around and visit everybody occasionally! Have a great summer.
It’s been almost two years but I’m on my way back to London for a week with a friend. This time I’m taking photos for an art commission and for a series of artwork on London. I expect I’ll have a little fun while I’m there too. Girlie and Hubby will have to make do without me but somehow I think they’ll manage just fine. Chat with you after next week!
I posted my slideshow (see last post) and then responded to a request from Hubby and Girlie to view their new trick, The Ritual of the Flying Butt. Basically it’s a circus type maneuver that defies description. And apparently it must be executed with a very serious look on your face, despite the title of the move.
Just an average Wed. evening at my house. What’s up at yours?
I just started a page on myspace. Martha did it. So me too. I guess I like to keep up with the Marshall’s! I’m even showing (again) at the same art gallery as Martha. My idol. I’ll make a separate announcement about the gallery in the next few days when I’m all set up there.
Here’s the review of my new book that was just officially released. The review is in today’s (Sunday, May 27th) paper.
Published: May 27, 2007
“Letters From a Dead Armadillo,” by Wendy Boucher (Self-published, $13.50)
When south Tampa transplant Wendy Boucher wrote her first novel, “Parvenue Throws a Party,” she drew on personal experiences to tell a humorous tale of an outsider having difficulties fitting into the south Tampa social scene. She goes within herself again for her second novel, a mystery.
One character, Karen, suffers from obsessive-compulsive disorder, as does Boucher. And, also like Boucher, Karen has an obsessive fear she has run over somebody while driving, a fear that causes her to drive very slowly and compels her to go back over her route and search for bodies.
Karen’s disorder is not just a sideline. It drives the plot and helps ensnare her and her friends in a murder investigation. Set in south Tampa at a fictional law school, there’s a familiarity for Tampa readers with the heat, lightning, thunderstorms, sinkholes and places described in the book.
But the novel goes beyond familiar. It draws you in with the first sentence: “There were other cars on the highway this evening but one particular set of headlamps had Nola worried.” A convoluted plot and energetic characters offer plenty of intrigue.
Boucher’s portrayal of law students and lawyers is flawless, possibly owing to her previous experience as both. And she knows how to manipulate plot elements to keep the suspense high and the action moving. It’s a keeper from start to finish.
The novel is available at local bookstores and at www.wendyboucher.com.
Esther Hammer is a Tribune correspondent.
Hot diggity. Oh, and sorry about the silence lately. I’m very busy with book and art promotion and Girlie is about to go on summer break. My blog time will be very limited. I’ll try to keep up.
