My second novel, Wiggly Barstool, is now available in softcover and eBook. Wobbly's irrepressible son Wiggly is the title character in this companion volume to Wobbly Barstool, capably narrated by cousin Sebastian, a overly-modest fellow with a decided story of his own.
Give it a look!
Follow the above link for an awesome, insightful review by Synkroniciti 's Katherine McDaniel!
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Jane Lowy will sign copies of Wobbly Barstool on 2/15/2014 from 3-5pm at:
River Oaks Bookstore
3270 Westheimer (at River Oaks Blvd.) Houston, Texas 77098
Telephone (713) 520-0061
Jane will appear in Victorian costume and may do a reading.
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I am proud to announce that Wobbly Barstool has been awarded the indie Book Reader's Appreciation Group medallion!
Thank you so much for this honor.
Here are some things you may never have known about the author of Wobbly Barstool! Check out this interview on the INDIESPOTlight:
My devoted husband, David, recently spent a long hot day, with no other shelter than his little umbrella, attempting to sell Wobbly Barstool at the Montrose Arts Market, an outdoor vendor opportunity for artists. Although the market was sparcely attended ( it was Easter Sunday), he managed to sell five books before a tremendous thunderstorm ended the event. Thank you so much, David!
This success under those circumstances makes us believe that it might be worthwhile to try a higher traffic event, or one more geared toward our product - such as Dickens-on-the-Strand in Galveston, which is at the holiday season, no less.
We'll have to mull it over.
One cannot be afflicted with seasonal allergies, as am I, and fail to perceive the inherent balance of Nature. Reward and suffering are inextricably bound together in the seasons. The mild weather of both spring and fall, with their many delights to the senses, is marred by either pollen or mold spores. Summer and winter are free from these irritants, but are less comfortable to the skin. During the temperate seasons, the butterflies and brilliant blooms or marvellous autumn leaves must be viewed through itchy, watery eyes; the sweet birdsong is punctuated by sneezing. Yet, while shivering in winter or sweltering , mosquito-bitten, in summer, the thought often occurs: "At least I can breathe freely."
An optimist would conclude that there's always something to be thankful for; I find this philosophy admirable, but I do sometimes wish for one season of sheer, unadulterated pleasure. But then, I suppose this could only lead to my being discontented three-quarters of the year, so perhaps things are best as they are.
In any case, Happy Spring, everyone.
I'm the author of the literary novel Wobbly Barstool, a Victorian-era tale of friendship, love, and perseverance.