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PEGGY FIELDING'S
NEWSLETTER SEE THE FEBRUARY NEWSLETTER ESPECIALLY IF YOU WANT TO LEARN ABOUT MY PICKETING DUTY AT THE KENDALL /WHITTIER POST OFFICE Nearly every writer thing I attend (and I only go to "writer things,") someone brings up my trips around the post office as a rabble-rouser picketer. All those weeks and cold hours round and round the block at 22 South Lewis were just a waste of time and energy. I received a letter today from the Tulsa postmaster saying my box 50347, will be moved to the downtown post office. As I have said before... Well, hell. If I go to the post office downtown I must go sometime after 5:00 pm, because there are only two or three parking places anywhere near the East door of that big place. That, of course, would be just to get my mail. When I need stamps or other items I must go before 5:00 to make it to the window to stock up. I buy stamps several large sheets or rolls at a time. Well, enough of my boring adventures. If any of my lovely newsletter readers are sleeping with Inhoff, or Sullivan or their cohorts, you could please the old babe by making pillow talk about rescuing Kendall/Whittier P.O. ONE GREAT THING CAME FROM THE PICKETING
After the OMW meeting Jackie was so gracious that she signed and GAVE the two policemen who attended with the dog, copies of her new book, The Inconvenient Corpse. The men were thrilled. I asked the policeman who did all the speaking to turn around to show us his uniformed backside and he refused. I had to laugh when Jackie said aloud in the meeting, "She is our naughty member." He nodded understanding but I never did get a look at what a real well equipped policeman's backside looks like. Darn.
TRANSFORMED BY JOHN NEHRING Recently, when Jackie and I talked at the Collinsville library our little "roadie" Deanna Ponder worked with us. John is the husband of our well-known mystery author friend, Radine Nehring. (Radine has loaned her name to many a character, some soiled doves, in several books) She is in our books Foxy Statehood Hens and Murder Most Fowl and The Foxy Hens Go Bump in the Night.
Well, anyway, John and Radine Nehring attended our signing at the Collinsville Library and he took a picture of the three of us at the table and here is the point of this whole piece. He took a picture of me and somehow MADE ME A BLONDE, something I have longed for all my life, but never was brave enough to try.
OUR "POULTRY" BOOK That is what Dusty Richards calls our new book which will be out in May. Two Foxy Holiday Hens and One Big Rooster. I think the book will be really exciting to read. I've read Dusty's novella and my own, of course and just finished Jackie's story. Wow. I liked all three of them. WHAT I'VE BEEN READING. For a number of years I have been lucky enough to be a friend to author, Carol Johnson. Carol and I share a taste for literary novels, especially the books Sarah Bird writes. I've just finished How Perfect is That by Sarah Bird. Really good book. She has also loaned me a book by an author I don't recognize but if Carol recommends, I know I will like the book.
I GUESS I WILL BE FORCED TO WRITE MY MEMOIRS. My first free TNW class for Memoirs was a huge success. 15 people attended and seemed very interested, I enjoyed the class a lot, many of the people were ladies and one gentleman whom I didn't know well but several were long time friends, Romney Nesbitt, Valerie Gawthrop, Janice Goetzinger, Nita Beshear. Jen Nipps and Marian deVilbiss grinned and enjoyed all through the whole evening. Mary Ann Kerl is a longtime friend, as well. She is religious but so are many of the others who put up with my pagan ways. SEX REFERENCES DON'T SEEM TO SHOCK THEM Yeah, that came up but all those goodie-two-shoes people only grinned. Love to all my readers. Peggy Lou Moss Kirk Fielding P.S. My daughter Suzy Fielding Bell, e mailed me this week wondering where I got the name Kirk...had I remarried? Do you suppose I lived with the girl all those years and never told her I had married a man named Kirk, long before I married old Ray Fielding? For sure there is nothing, short of remarriage, which I could do which would shock this little girl. She has seen me at my best and my wildest. | ||
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Volume
9 Number 3 March 2009
I met a Tulsa Police Dept. Killer Dog and his trainer and he agreed to come and talk to the Oklahoma Mystery Writers . Jackie King took on the duty of contacting the dog trainers and giving a really good intro to the demonstration. 
The real star of the meeting was the KILLER DOG. Suddenly, I understood the romance writers who write about falling in love with werewolves. I fell in love with the KILLER DOG. Marvelous animal. He cost the Tulsa Police Dept. $6,000. And he was worth it, I thought. Gorgeous animal. His trainer Ryan, was about 6'3" tall and nice looking. He showed up quite well while walking the dog. I'm a cat person but I fell for that expensive, sexy dog as well as for his trainers. 
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