So today on the blog I have author Travis Simmons talking about his new book and going green. Enjoy!
Going
Green
I
have decided to go green. In part. It is really a choice made out of necessity,
but it does have an added benefit of helping ease my carbon footprint.
The
item? A lawn mower. A really old type of lawn mower, with an updated look. This
is one of those things you push, and as you push it propels the blades around
and trims the grass.
I
don’t currently have a lawn mower,
and the last couple years my sister, brother, and I have been sharing a riding
lawn mower (which has to be driven between houses on the road, which is pretty
embarrassing). But then, early last summer, the riding lawn mower went up, and
then my sister and I were sharing a push mower.
But
that is a hassle. I have a small car, and loading the mower in the car just to
cut the grass has become tedious. So I made the purchase of my own lawn mower.
But
there is an issue: while I wait for the mower the grass is getting long. And I
mean LONG. It is starting to bud into nice stalks of hay in the front yard. So,
I decided it was time to mow the lawn with the shared push mower.
Why hadn't I done it before now? Well, the grass needed cutting before we got several days of rain, and
it has just started drying out enough to make cutting the grass feasible. But
now I am in a panic. The grass is really long and I have a couple neighbors who
like to look down their long, in-your-business nose at me for the length of my
grass. Seriously not kidding here.
So
I woke in good spirits this morning, figuring I would go get the mower and cut
the grass.
Another
issue: the mower won’t start.
So
here I am with a lawn that is in desperate need of some goats to trim it down
to an amiable length before my mower comes in. I know that I will probably just
end up mowing it with the push mower I ordered, but I am sure it will be a
nightmare.
Year
after year the lawn is an issue. It just seems to creep up so fast, and before
I know it, it’s like a jungle at the foot of my stairs. I envy all you people
who live in townships for your short grass, and I am sure if I lived there, my
neighbors would be raising a huge fit about the length of my grass (more so
than the one neighbor I have). And I would get notices from the town, and then
some worker would have to come mow it (and I hope they are hot) and I would be
charged a large chunk of money for them to mow my lawn, so the worker better be hot.
And
that is another thing I don’t understand, why do neighbors get so angry? I
mean, if my house looks crappy from the length of the grass, then it must make
yours look amazing in comparison, right? Besides, I live in the country, for
all they know I could be selling my grass off for hay. . . .
We
all have small things around the house that slip our mind. What are some of
yours? I would love to hear back from you, maybe it wouldn’t make me feel so
bad about my lawn!
Author Bio
Travis is the author of The Bonds of Blood, the first book in his epic fantasy series The Revenant Wyrd Saga. He has also written a young adult novel called A Lament of Moonlight which is book one of his pre-apocalypse series The Harbingers of Light. He is currently seeking publication for the first book of a third series, a zombie novel called Desolation. When he isn’t writing he is helping his family and trying to live a normal, under the radar life. His interests lie in cooking, gardening, green living, and human rights advocacy. He is a huge supporter of the Trevor Project and all agencies that seek to preserve natural resources and protect pets from abuse.
Contact Details
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http://www.travissimmons.net ·
https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4342608.Travis_Simmons
Book Information
Asher St Paul thought it was just a typical zombie apocalypse like in the movies, until the necromancers crawled out of the woodwork. Since the undead have chased the living into hiding, the necromancers are able to roam freely in a new America of their making. Asher is seeking safe harbor. The need for safety is what drove him from his home in Philadelphia Pennsylvania before it was shelled. He has searched from quarantine to quarantine, always finding them overrun with zombies until he hears of The Refuge, a military compound in Binghamton New York. With his family and lover lain to rest by his own hand, he has nothing left to lose and gives everything he has to reach the safe haven. But questions arise when he reaches The Refuge, mainly, how has he been able to sustain multiple zombie bites and not change? He thinks he has found safety in the military compound turned quarantine, but he was wrong. Even now there is a necromancer trying to make The Refuge their kingdom of the dead.
Thanks so much Travis for sharing this great guest post with us. I hope you all enjoyed it. Let this incredible author and myself know what you thought.
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