Harold thought the Wimple-Dimple Dimmer-Wimmer was an excellent piece of machinery.
“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.
I’m going to have to re-order Harold soon!
Thanks to everyone who ordered books last week; they’re being mailed today.
Hardcover and Paperback versions of Harold and the Wimple-Dimple Dimmer-Wimmer are now available for purchase!
And if you buy your book directly from Flummery and Trivet, you can get it autographed and/or inscribed to someone.
Harold is also available in hard copy on Amazon and Barnes and Noble.
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!
Everything gets sent to the printers today; hopefully I’ll have the proof copy back by next week.
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:
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.
A Wimple-Dimple Dimmer-Wimmer.
That’s right, a Wimple-Dimple Dimmer-Wimmer.
Of course I know what it is.
Of course I do.
Really, I know what it is.
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 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…