“Harold and the Wimple-Dimple Dimmer-Wimmer” starts like this

Harold thought the Wimple-Dimple Dimmer-Wimmer was an excellent piece of machinery.

He knew what it was the first time he saw it. The Wimp-Dimple Dimmer-Wimmer He thought that was weird, that he knew it was a Wimple-Dimple Dimmer-Wimmer, and plus, it’s a pretty weirdo name anyway.

“Hey,” Harold said, “that’s a Wimple-Dimple Dimmer-Wimmer.”

“Is that a bug?” Harold’s mother asked, whirling around in alarm.

“What?” Harold asked.

“Is it a bug?” Harold’s mother repeated, crossing her arms and hunching up her shoulders the way you do when you think there might be a really big bug nearby.

“No, it’s a Wimple-Dimple…Dimmer…Wimmer,” Harold said, slowing down. Why did she think it was a bug? It was right there, right there, a Wimple-Dimple Dimmer-Wimmer, plain as day. 

“Harold, please don’t go playing in that pile of junk. You’ll get hurt,” Harold’s mother told him.

“It’s not junk, it’s a W…I will not get hurt!”

“It is junk. Just like everything else in this garage. We’ll have to clean it out before we can put the car in here.”

Harold thought, I don’t see any junk, but didn’t say it out loud because he knew his mother saw only junk.

Just then Harold’s father came into the garage with a box.

“Oh,” he said.

“‘Oh,’ indeed,” Harold’s mother said. “We’ll have to clean everything out before we can put the car in here. Well, back to the moving truck,” she said with a sigh.

Harold’s father looked around. “Cool stuff,” was all he said.


Getting ready for the printers

All my i’s have been dotted and all my t’s have been crossed.

I have wiggled and jiggled the words to fit on the pages the way I think they should.

I have finagled and cajoled the images to sit pretty and centered.

And now I have the book cover done!

This is what a book cover looks like before it covers your book.

This is what a book cover looks like before it covers your book.

Everything gets sent to the printers today; hopefully I’ll have the proof copy back by next week.


Where Else to Buy Harold

Hello, I am very pleased to introduce you to Harold.

Oh yes, and the Wimple-Dimple Dimmer-Wimmer as well!

Currently available as an ebook from these sellers; just click on the button to go to that version’s Harold page:

What the heck is THAT?

Harold is seven years old and can’t tie his shoes. Not only can’t he tie his shoes, he’s completely and utterly convinced that he will never (ever) be able to tie his shoes.

Second grade is two weeks away and he’s worried that the kids at school will laugh at him if they know he can’t tie his shoes.

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Coming up with Harold

Sometimes, you have to think a long time about something before you figure it out.

Other times, poof, something just pops into your head, and that’s the way it is and you don’t have to do any more thinking about it.

That’s what happened with Harold, he just poofed into my head. Done and done, as some grownups say.

Harold, the curious, wondering, sneaker-tripping kid

Harold, the curious, wondering, sneaker-tripping kid

Harold poofed into my head, the Wimple-Dimple Dimmer-Wimmer poofed into my head, even Jerome, Harold’s best friend, poofed into my head.

Of course, figuring out what to do with them, well, that took a while…