Good awesome morning again campbellsworld visitors One and All.
I’m bringing to you this morning a Bonus Authors, They’re Only Human.

I do so, not only to remind myself of that fact when I screw something up here in campbellsworld and must get someone to help fix it, but because this is a most excellent post.

Author Abbie Johnson Taylor has once again given us a glimpse into her world.
See the heartfelt offering below.

Make sure to read all about how to find Abbie’s books, and all her other talented work afterward.

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Snowdrops Keep Falling on My Head

By Abbie Johnson Taylor

One night last week, I found a roof leak in the master bedroom, apparently due to a build-up of snow on the roof. The spot was located above the head of the bed. Fortunately, I wasn’t sleeping at the time, or I might have dreamed of being the victim of the Chinese water torture method.

After discovering the leak, I was able to reach the roofer I used last year. The next morning, I called the insurance company. Later, two guys from the construction company came and shoveled snow of the roof. I asked them to have their boss give me a written estimate if repairs are needed. They may not be able to do anything until spring, so will see what happens.

This reminded me of a similar incident that happened while my late husband Bill was still alive. As you’ll note in the following excerpt from My Ideal Partner, a memoir in which I describe how I cared for Bill after he suffered two strokes, we discovered a leak in almost the same spot on a rainy May morning.


One rainy May morning, as Bill sat on the side of the bed, clutching the pole, and I maneuvered the wheelchair in place so I could transfer him, he intoned, “Raindrops Keep Falling on My Head.”

Not knowing any more words to that BJ Thomas standard, I hummed a few more bars.

“I’m serious,” he said. “I think the roof is leaking. It’s dripping on my head.”

I placed my hand on top of his head, and to my horror, I felt a drop a moment later. My heart racing, I said, “What do I do?”
“Put me in the chair. Then call John.” (John was our landlord.

As I transferred him to the wheelchair, my mind was reeling. “You’ll probably have to go to Eventide (nursing home) until we can get the roof fixed.”

“No, a roofer can put a tarp over the place where the roof is leaking until they can fix it.”

I was relieved and hopeful as I dialed John’s number. He promised to call someone right away. About twenty minutes later, as Bill predicted, a roofer arrived, and the leak was temporarily stopped.

“Tell Suzanne at the bank,” Bill said. “She can add the cost of repairing the roof to the loan.” When I called her, she said she would need an estimate. I gave her the name of the roofer John called.

We needed a new roof, but Suzanne said adding that cost wouldn’t be a problem. The rain eventually let up, and our days became warm and sunny with no worries about the roof.


Announcing a new nonfiction book:

My Ideal Partner: How I Met, Married, and Cared for the Man I Loved Despite Debilitating Odds (Copyright July 2016 / 275 pages in the print edition)
by Abbie Johnson Taylor

In September of 2005, Abbie Johnson, visually impaired, married Bill Taylor, 19 years her senior and blind. Three months later, he suffered the first of two strokes that confined him to a wheelchair. Using prose and poetry, the author tells the story of how she met, married, and then cared for Bill for six years, detailing both happy and sad times. My Ideal Partner is for sale in e-book ($3.99) and print ($11.95) from Amazon, CreateSpace, and Smashwords. More details and buying links are on the author’s website:

Abbie Johnson Taylor lives in Sheridan, Wyoming, where she writes full time. She is the author of three other published books: a romance novel and two volumes of poetry.

My Ideal Partner was edited and produced by David and Leonore Dvorkin, of Denver, Colorado. For details of their services, please see

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Until next time this is Patty and King Campbell A.K.A Bubba saying…
Remember, “Authors, They’re Only Human”
May harmony find you.
Blessid be.

About Patty L. Fletcher

Patty L. Fletcher lives in Kingsport Tennessee where she works full time as a Writer with the goal of bridging the great chasm which separates the disAbled from the non-disAbled. And as a Social Media Promotional Assistant. She is the owner and creator of Tell-It-To-The-World Marketing (Author, Blogger Business Assist), and is the published author of two books, Campbell’s Rambles: How a Seeing Eye Dog Retrieved My Life and Bubba Tails From the Puppy Nursery At The Seeing Eye: Volume One. She can also be found in two anthologies which are, December Awethology Light And A Treasure Chest of Children’s Tales. See her latest book, Pathway to Freedom Broken and Healed: How a Seeing Eye Dog Retrieved My Life Second Edition in eBook and Paperback at: Find it in various accessible formats: See her Facebook business page: Patty loves receiving feedback about her work. So, drop her a line any time at:
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