Mary Summer Rain

Mary Summer Rain, naturalist philosopher and prolific writer, has touched generations of readers throughout her long career. She is best known for her lyrical style and unique talent for bringing clarity to complex subject matters. Spanning decades, her insightful writings on nature, future predictions, feminine spirituality, and dream symbolism continue to inspire readers from all walks of life. She was featured on the first NBC television special Ancient Prophecies and her novel Ruby was a finalist for the New Age Retailers 2005 Narcissus Award. Mary lives with her long-time companion in the high Rocky Mountains. After being burned out of their house in 2005, they worked to make it a home again. Currently their woodland cabin is shared with three puppy mill rescue dogs, a Husky, and Merlin, a crow that she saved after a hawk dropped the featherless nestling by her garden gate. The author is an avid reader, makes scented candles, spends contemplative time in the woods, and is currently working on a new literary project.
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T'was the Night Before Christmas... 

 (With apologies to Clement Clarke Moore, may he forgive my doggerel...)

...and all through the shop,
all we minions were working,
   until ready to drop.

The ebooks were flying,
the covers were spare,
The edits were crazy,
   with "one more thing I must share!"

We waited for Santa,
'Cuz we love old Saint Nick,
But Hitch made us work,
   Waving 'round an old stick!

So slave we all did,
And made all your books,
So that Hitch would say now,
   that we're off the hook.

Come today we're off,
to rest up our fingers,
Our hats we will doff,
   No books they do linger.

But we'll all be back,
Don't give it a thought,
for like all wage slaves,
   we're easily bought.

We'll be back on the fifth,
all eager and fresh,
All ready for you,
   after a well-deserved rest.

So Hitch wants to say,
very strongly and loud,
  you're the best type of crowd.

Indy and Len and Hitch and the gang,
will be back on the 5th,
to do books with a BANG!

In the meantime don't worry,
if you're in a hurry,
'cuz some poor guy got stuck
   sitting here like a duck.

Your emails we'll receive,
so no need to grieve.
We'll be a bit slow,
but we're raring to go.

Your books will be worked on,
your edits still made,
we're just resting a bit,
   before we all fade.

So please excuse the delays;
It won't be for days;
we'll jump on your queries,
   for your wondrous new series.

We waited for Santa,
'Cuz we love old St. Nick,
And sure 'nuff he came,
   It wasn't a trick.

And as he rode off,
into the night,
I could swear I heard Hitch yell,
   "That Edit's Not Right!"


We'll be back on the morning of January 5th; we'll be here parttime between now and then, thanks.