Coming soon, the third part to my story. It will be available on amazon.com. Soon!

I published my Novel & The Phi Ratio

My novel is available now on Amazon.com.
Go to amazon.com, plug in books, Miner's Pass by Joan Cimyotte. It is also available in Kindle.

I'm always looking for a good read. I want to be engaged and deeply interested. I want to care. But most of all I want to be entertained and forget my worries. TRY IT, YOU'LL LIKE IT!

This is my painting "The Phi Ratio" or "Proof of God".

It's geometry and math. It's the ratio of the Earth to the moon. It proves there is an intellectual designer.

Joel had lost his faith. Miner's Pass is his journey back to God. 

No Rejection

No Rejection

Rocky and Nicky Raccoon come every evening to the little store in Miner’s Pass, even in the dead of winter. In the summer they come to Marty’s garden and pick out the cabbage worms. There is no amount of deliciousness as that. There is such a variety to choose from; juicy grasshoppers and June beetles, to soft bodied moths. The agreement had been worked out, we eat your bugs, you pay up. We would like a nice cup of kitty crunchies. We love it when you leave us a fresh bowl of water.

“What? It’s me. Rocky. And this here’s Nicky. We want some of that cat food, see?”

I feel like a raccoon with my hand out. Please, please, oh nice agent, read my story. Please want my story, I wrote you a nice letter.

I'm never one to take "No" for an answer. Things have changed. I published my story myself. I worked hard to make it the best it could be. For a good time go to "Miner's Pass". Forget about all the bad and enjoy a fun ride.

 “Now shoo, Raccoons! Go on get!” 

Silly Raccoons.

I have published Miner's Pass!

Finally! I have published Miner's Pass! 

It took me a year to edit. I worked with a wonderful lady Deborah Lee who took great pains and meticulous energy to help me complete this. 

Createspace is the publisher and the book is available through amazon.com.

It is also available on Kindle!

I could not work on my blog until I was finished. I needed all my focus. Have some fun and read it!

My MacBook

MacBook

This is my MacBook where I planted my seed. It grows slowly in the womb of ones and zeros.

This is where it shall come to pass that birth is given to a micro universe.

There is so much to do yet. I am going for a final edit.

This week I've spent most of the day going about getting published the old fashioned way; through an agent. All the while I do this, I am prepared to hit the "Publish NOW" button. If I am prepared to hit that said button, than it means I am prepared to have an agent want to see it. This involves a lot of work.

My MacBook is my work space. Thank you, Steve Jobs.

Kitty

Kitty

Marty did not mean to laugh when Joel asked her if she had coffee. 

“We have coffee.” She pointed to the shelf where there was a cat asleep next to a red can of Folger’s coffee. 

Kitty was doing what any good natured tabby cat would do; sleep. Marty’s store was no Safeway. It was not even a 7-11 by any stretch. She would make monthly trips to her local Sam’s Club near Gunnison. She was sure to stock Ice cream for the reach in freezer, (this was consumed mostly by Grandpa Henry and Jessie.) Various chips, canned food, bottled water. The people who came to her store were frequently lost. The road up the hill dead ended onto Joel’s property. They would ask for gasoline (which she did not sell) or water or softdrinks, and sometimes Henry’s stash of ice cream bars.

It did not dawn on Joel that his quest for coffee seemed strange to the store owner. That’s why she asked him if he was lost.

When Joel reached for the can of coffee, Kitty did not flinch or skip a beat of his well deserved nap.

Inky the Crow

When Joel walked into the Little Store at Miner’s Pass, he was greeted by a squawky “Hello”. There was this crow dancing on a perch near the front counter. 

Inky the crow came to Dr. Finn’s veterinarian clinic several years ago. His left wing had been shot and the bullet had shattered the bones.  Marty patched him up as best as possible, but he could never fly again. Marty offered him her home and he accepted. She found it was like having this very bright being, if not a black feathered clever child.

Inky knew several things to say; "Hello." He had mastered,

"Fuck, I mean heck." He must have picked that up from Doc Marty trying not to cuss. "Shush don't say that Inky."