I’m not the kind of author who would post non-stop about my upcoming book, No Peacocks! A Feathered Tale of Three Mischievous Foodies.
What kind of tacky author does that kind of thing? It’s in exceptionally bad taste.
Subliminal message: PLEASE tell your friends, friends of friends, friends of friends of friends, neighbors, favorite librarian, favorite teacher, actually doesn’t even have to be your favorite anyone, and heck, why not share it with your enemies too. Emotional support peacocks will love the book, and I’ve even heard emotional support scorpions are super eager to get their pincers on a copy or two.
But let’s suppose blog readers are a little curious about the book. No Peacocks! was inspired by the three real-life peacocks residing on the grounds of The Cathedral Church of St. John the Divine on the Upper West Side of Manhattan.
This is Phil.
This is Jim or Harry.
Or Harry or Jim.
Subliminal message: Yes, it’s true! Peacocks DO live in Manhattan. And these particular peacocks, Phil, Jim, and Harry, have been roaming the cathedral’s grounds freely (sometimes roaming off of the grounds too!) and getting into loads of fun trouble since about 2002.
And on the cathedral’s grounds, there is also The Cathedral School of St. John the Divine, where my son had been a student.
My son on his first day of school.
Subliminal message: Of course, there’s a real school! And the students love the peacocks, as do the tourist-filled buses that line up along Amsterdam Avenue to get a chance to meet these three famous feathered neighborhood celebrities.
And if you’re wondering what the book is about, it’s about the peacocks’ quest to try the school’s very famous mac ‘n cheese.
Subliminal message: The Cathedral School’s mac ‘n cheese is the absolute best mac ‘n cheese in the universe but as blog readers may have figured out peacocks are: A) not allowed to eat mac ‘n cheese; and B) not allowed in the school. So how are they going to get their wings of the school’s mac ‘n cheese? That is the big conundrum.
Now, if I happened to be one of those shameless self-promoters (which I didn’t say I was), I’d probably try to make my readers hungry for more books about food.
Subliminal message: PLEASE check out my Wilcox & Griswold Mystery Series, The Case of the Missing Carrot Cake and The Case of the Poached Egg. Also available on Amazon, Barnes & Noble, and at your favorite local indie.
Blog reader: PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE with sugar on top, stop now.