PEGGY FIELDING'S NEWSLETTER
Vol. 5 Number 5 November 2005

GO TO MY WEBSITE

Stop reading this now and go to my website, www.peggyfielding.com and subscribe to my newsletter. Dan puts in nice little photographs and things that don't show up on the email version. You have to thank Carolyn Leonard for this reminder. She emails me about it every time I forget to tell you this. I appreciate her attention. She is not going to be president of Oklahoma City Writers next year but she will still have plenty of clout, I suppose. I want her or the new president to invite me and the three other foxy HENS to come and speak and sign for the Oklahoma City Writers.

OH YES, AS ALWAYS, MY APOLOGIES ARE DUE AND IT'S PROBABLY DAN'S FAULT THAT I'VE BEEN SO REMISS

Have you missed me? My Word! I can't believe I've been so dilatory. I'm really sorry about the missed editions, especially when I receive notes from readers like this one from Pam Canady Kozak, of Oklahoma City. What a nice thing for Pam to have done. Here is her note:

Your newsletters are the highlight of my month.
I smile when I see your e-mail address in my inbox.
Love Pam

Readers' comments such as Pam's make this bit of work worthwhile.

A REASON, NOT AN EXCUSE, FOR BEING SO LATE

I've been lead writer on an anthology of novellas and that and other writing chores have tied me up, hand and foot.

The new book is called CHIK~LIT FOR FOXY HENS and it concentrates on the romantic adventures of four women long after they passed age forty.

My part is called, "Giving Up Pantyhose," and it is an unvarnished bit of truth about my experiences right up to the meeting of the man. First half autobiographical and last half (the meeting of the man) is fiction with bits of truth mixed in. I have met a ton of men since returning to Oklahoma. And I really met a guy named Joe Casey, who really is my handyman, who is happily married, who has five huge sons. I have his wife's permission to use his name as the lover boy in my novella. Joe also let me use true stories from his childhood.

The lovemaking is fiction. My real Joe is a big, good-looking guy, but we've never done more than exchange respectable comments with each other, such as the following:

"Joe, would you take care of this?"

"Okay. Where do you want it?"

"Just there."

"Is that okay?"

" No. Just put it a tiny bit to the left and a tiny bit higher. Oh, yes, Joe. That's perfect."

Then he jumps off the ladder, I pay him and he goes home. He's really good at hanging pictures.

WHO ELSE IS IMPORTANT?

Well, there's my pal Jackie King, with her novella "Flirting At Fifty," and there is beautiful Paula Alfred, the baby of the crowd. She's only fifty. Her novella is called "Second Chance."

Three Foxy Hens with boas

From MacAlester, our fellow writer, Sharon Ervin contributed "Rose."

Sharon Ervin

You may order the book from AWOCbooks.com or Amazon.com or from your local bookstore. It is out now. Tell the bookstore person that is can be ordered from Ingram (a book wholesaler).

THEN THERE IS LOVE... BUT NO SEX AS YET

You knew this was coming, didn't you? I am in love again. (No, not with Dusty's character. I haven't given Logan up, but I’ve just added a new guy to my list of men I'm mad about.) My new guy and I meet every night at 12:00 pm on the Late, Late Show, after David Letterman. When he talks and flirts with Sharon Stone or other lovelies it irritates me beyond endurance.

I hesitate to give my new lover's name. He may have to remain a secret because someone may swoop in and take him away. Anyway, I’ve written him a postcard in green ink, telling him that a little, old, fat, gray haired woman in Tulsa is in love with him. He hasn't answered.

He is a Scot, a gorgeous 43 year old former actor turned talk show host. Oh, okay, his name is Craig Ferguson.

Craig makes me laugh and lust at the same time. That is the perfect combination so far as I am concerned.

I'll tell you about a real lover from my past in next month's letter. Yes, he came to my house just a day or two ago. I must think about it before I write about it.

PRAY FOR ME

All right now, all you Goodie Two Shoes people, go ahead and descend upon me to castigate me for my love of men. I heard Radine Nehring talk last night and she was hot... in speaking, I mean. She bought the HENS book but didn't want me standing around hugging her lovely husband John, whom I really enjoy embracing. The reason I'm mentioning her is because she is one of my very good Goody Two Shoes friends. Virginia Torres, Vickie McDonough and Joetta Street are some of the others. Lots more but not all of them pray for me, I suppose.

I think Craig, or possibly the lover from my past may be my true soul mates. Can you have two soul mates? Next month I'll discuss soul mates.

IN THE MEANTIME

See you in December. No more laying off on my newsletter. Several people, including Dusty Richards, my good old pal, have asked if I was sick, dead or out of the country. Dusty has been in Arizona, he tells me.

I was not sick, dead, nor out of the country. You can get a copy of what has been keeping me from my duty if you want to buy HENS from AWOC or from your local bookstore. Let me know what you think of our stories. First person to write in a critique of HENS will be sent a prize of a copy of SALLY or BARBARA, your choice. Send mailing address with critique, please.

Love Peggy