Guess Who's Here?

Well, he might not mean to much anyone else, but around Prairie Springs, he's still the talk of the town. Granted, we ain't got a whole lot to yack about, but I sure was glad to see him pop into the Theater Cafe today. I love him like he were my own boy, though I'm certainly old enough to be his grandmother. Yep, I was sittin' here, mindin' my own business, just fillin' up the sugar dispensers, and in walked L.R.Williamson, the man who made my name worth more than six letters. I usually call him Eller, 'cause that's what the initials sound like. He stopped in the other day, ya know, but today he had real good news about his book. I cain't figure out why y'all ain't snappin' this booger up. If I'm to ever get me on a television show, y'all better hurry'n make me famous. I ain't a fuckin' spring chicken!

I'm not just spattin' out a pretty line 'cause he's sittin' next to me, either. But I am gonna scoot over and let him tell y'all hello.

 

Hello Winnie fans! 

Winnie is apparently enjoying blogging. Maxine said she somewhat regrets getting her started, but I've never seen her so happy. 

I met Winnie seven years ago, when I started my work on Prairie Springs. Winnie brings a lot of happiness to everyone she meets, so I'm glad that happiness is being returned to her, even if it is in the anonymous cyber world.

Winnie mentioned that I had good news with the book, and that's true. It is now being reviewed by OutSmart, The Washington Blade, The Advocate, and The Pulpwood Queens Book Club, one of the biggest book clubs in the United States. It is not easy getting reviews, and now, I cross my fingers that they, like so many others, will enjoy it.

Since you guys know Winnie more than you know me, the reason I wrote Prairie Springs was to force the people to love their neighbors, or at the very least, tolerate them. And you will have the pleasure of escaping to this delicious town on a vicarious and hilarious journey. The residents I met, and introduce to the reader, are all special and unique in their own way. Hopefully, people everywhere will come to know them as well as I have, and be a part of their lives for the 339 pages that are the book. I see Winnie (or Maxine, probably) has put a link to the book on her page. You can also check out my page, though not as entertaining, at LRWilliamson.com.

Winnie's becoming antsy, so I'll give her back the keyboard. I'm going to go visit with Stacy Stewart, the mayor's wife, who's hiding behind a self-help book. Both she and her husband were very kind as I wrote Prairie Springs.

Cheers!

L.R.Williamson

I didn't know he was gonna write all of that. Now, I gotta go back to work. The dirty coffee mugs are stackin' up and Maxine's busy at the register—And she still ain't got a fuckin' ring on her finger. They say these Latins cain't tell time, but I'm about to tell him times a tickin'...at least on my clock.

Love to everybody,

Winnie C.