Category: Art

MY STORY

Hey this is my story. Almost complete.

I must say the timing is taking for ever that I am doing my own editing. Seriously, so far this story is maybe twenty-seven years in the works! Holy. But for good reasons-grandchildren . . .They are all in school now.

MY ART

This is a story written by me, myself and I. I have written other stories but this is the one I chose to edit first.

Hilarious though this cover is not the first. Also my name is Constance Iola Taylor henceforth Iola Taylor C’S. Even then. I started to use my married name only to find Five other writers carry the same name-Constance Ferguson. Wow who knew?

This picture is what I put together first with careful thought. But things got botched so this was trashed.

MY ART

This is just funny to me, like being naked. Funny though how some people found this picture creepy? I don’t get the creepy part.

MY ART.

Anyway…I will be so happy when my story is finished. As of yet this day April 25, 2025 the word count holds 71,744 words.

Yes, I’m going for a novel. 80,000 words or more.

Oh yes, what is the story?

Espionage-Everybody wants to rule the world.

Do you like one of these covers?

ME.

HERE COMES ONE OF MY BOOK, SOON

My Contractor

Yes here comes my book soon to be published on Amazon-Kindle reading.

I am somewhat exciting about this, but! Leary at the same time.

I need to stop believing, like I need to stop eating. And I need, to stop eating.

This man James Hardiment, believed in moi. He came to my home, saw my works, started reading my PHOBIA-THE AFTERMATH, and liked it enough to edit my story and getting it ready to publish. 🤪😮‍💨🫣☺️😬 bahahaha!!

He-James Hardiment found it spooky. This caused a giggled from me, because my intent was SCARY! Ha!

But either way boys and girls, I’m having my first book published very soon it’s just a matter of getting the right credentials wrote down for Amazon and Kindle then and only then, my smile will be wide.

Oh, as for this stopping this believing-that phobia, people tell you. . . “When you reach your goal, that’s when you die.”

I DON’T WANT TO DIE! 😠

But getting a book published was not my goal in life, wanting to make money with my head-kinda like was in there, but my actual goal was to have 1 million babies and be happy forever and ever, happily married with 1 million babies that was my goal, so I’m never gonna die. I don’t think I’m ever gonna reach that goal. 😃

So Here Comes One Of My Book Soon. within a week or so.

PHOBIA THE AFTERMATH

Followed by The Flaskdrinkers

possibly followed by a few more.

By:Constance Ferguson

Kisses and hugs to you all. & Thank-you @James Hardiment

The End



ONE DAY BUT NOT SOON

One day but not soon, I will have everything I want or is that need.

What do I want verses what do I need verses what I want is what I need.

  1. I want help. So I need dollars.
  2. I want my written work known. So I need editing.
  3. I want to be published. So I need a Literary agent.
  4. I want alone time. So I need peace and quiet.

One day but not soon maybe it will happen, but I will not hold my breath, for I am sure to pass out, fall off my chair and hit the floor with my head-along with hitting a few other things with my head on the way down.

How high up is that chair you may ask? High enough that I will get hurt. And there is a toolbox of steel right there that I will hit secondly before the floor.

In retrospect I had plenty of time one time, and some dollars, lol but never enough for the help needed or wanted, but thousand of hours to create what I have written. Oddly enough that was thirty years ago when I started printing down all the clutter in my head, never thinking to number the pages.

But then not soon enough, one day, numbering pages and typing became a thing and all my written work was everywhere! lol And DELETING became my worst enemy. Oh bother. I can not, tell you how many times, I lost all my work deleting things. My daughter was getting upset bahahaha. Oh it was not as funny as I am projecting. But it was a stage I was going through.<<<>>>I knew not what I was doing. LMAO But now I do, I delete nothing and I click on nothing.

But now at my age Blah blah, soon to be blah blah blah, my time for wanting and needing is running out. So one day but not soon enough, I want what I need or need what I want.

I need a literary agent.

My written work to be known

My HOT WHITE alien by: DAVID CRACKNELL

The BUGOID by: TSF

ONE DAY BUT NOT SOON 😦

SEASON 1 EPISODE 1

What’s something you would attempt if you were guaranteed not to fail.

The writing industry is a very tight organization to get into or knowing the right people helps a lot. Otherwise unknown wannabes’ sit on the sidelines wishing for any chance to get their work even looked at.

Now, if it were guaranteed, I get the chance at making an attempt producing one of my stories, I would start with-

“THE FLASK DRINKERS”

In the 16th century a curse was placed in holy ground, as long as there were Flaskdrinkers the curse would remain forever underground. This is the year 2023, people have changed, talks about this curse are no longer a myth, no longer remembered, and no longer in the ground.

It would be a very scary movie for some people, especially the people not liking graveyards. while others would find this right up their ally and talk about it for a few days. Actually a movie they would never forget. It certainly put the fear into me while writing it, lol. <>>>Truth. What can I say. I actually phoned up my boss telling her I know it’s late but I also know you are up, I’m scared. Oh bother…she laughed talking me back to reality.

Then if guaranteed, guaranteed…I would continue producing my other stories especially “BUZZER” where we will have Season 1 episode 1.

HotWhite Earth has 27 days.
Keep from this place
BUGOIDS No escape from the luring hum

This is one attempt at a guaranteed thing I would try without failure, then live happily ever after.

The End

Just beware the sky and stay out of the night.

ROOMS AND MORE ROOMS

What does your ideal home look like?

So, about an ideal home for me eh. I’ll tell you, there will be rooms and more rooms, with windows in every room, skylights even. I need light.

We will have an art room, paint everywhere of all colours and loads of different sized canvas.

I will also have a sewing room with a couple of mannikins with heads, hands and feet. There would be a very good machine to sew on, with several different fabrics and colours, yes and threads, not forgetting the iron and ironing board. -Maybe two of those.

Oh, we can not for get a music room. A place where I can sing and dance and mess around with my guitar, and recording myself having a blast at creating fun.

I would need a kitchen with a built in oven and a counter top stove. The refrigerator would be one where everything(food)would be easy to get at, none of this moving twenty-five things to reach one item, then you find it rotten. 😳

Of course a BIG bathroom, large enough to accommodate a washer and dryer.

A work out room would be fantastic, especially with a trainer sitting there waiting to help me out.

Then last but not least, a nice sized living room for some visitors if you will, and an upstairs for four or five bedrooms and one more bathroom/laundry room-this way, I don’t have to run linens up and down steps and maybe trip and fall and lay there for hours, days or until found.

Yeah, I could never afford an ideal home, so a home full of grandchildren is ideal for me.

The End.