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Peachy was originally created for a crowd-sourcing competition, with a totally different context. The little guy didn’t have a face, arms, or legs at that point, just his funny hair and a tie. Still, when I looked at it I smiled and fell in love with the little feller. Once the competition was finished and lost I stared at the little guy and didn’t want to let him go.
I assume all of you know the phrase “everything is peachy”, even if it is an older saying. That phrase simply didn’t want to go out of my head. So, I did the worst thing imaginable… I started to think.
Peaches, they are soft, fruity and juicy with a thick skin and hard, strong, unwavering core. They are full of vitamins and when you look at them they have rosy cheeks like a healthy person should have. Peaches represent health, and strong, withstanding characteristics.
With those thoughts in mind, my little peach became a meaning, a soul so to speak. Then it became arms, legs, pants, and expressions. Most importantly it became a mission.
Peachy the happy peach is born and destined to spread happiness, give strength, support and let you know you matter. Peachy is immortal (no age), ASO (All Sexual Orientations or none), All or no religions, disabled or healthy, to save some time and put it simple, Peachy is everything he needs to be, filled with nothing but love and acceptance. He will stand beside and behind you, support you and hold on to you. Peachy stands for all things that are good and never discriminates. With him, everything is peachy….
Have you ever gone to one of those comedy shows, where the comedian stands on the stage and makes fun of you and anyone else in the crowd? Yet instead of getting angry, threatening with fists for the insult or insulting back, you laugh. Why? I have no f***ing clue. To me, it’s a riddle. One I have observed many times over and that inspired me to experiment a little last year when I participated for the first time in NaNoWriMo (2015).
A story, a mystery and crime where the main character interacts with you, the reader. My son calls it breaking the fourth dimension. Lucy Cain is one hell of a complicated woman, with a hidden temper. A temper, you the reader get to see when nobody else in the story does. Because you are the visitor in her mind, as she and Sam Wilcox meet over something as simple as a building project, that quickly turns into the search for a woman looking like Lucy and somehow it seems, she might be related to her.
The problem is, Lucy is not happy with you intruding, at first. Imagine Deadpool meets Jeff Dunham as they play Sherlock Holmes.
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One of my beta readers said: “I never laughed so much reading a mystery”
another told me: “I never realized how funny it is being yelled at.”
My husband said: “It’s funny and captivating, but most of all engaging.” but of course his opinion is biased. But to me it’s a compliment because usually, he doesn’t like what I write, it’s too mushy in his mind.