Don’t Squish A Spider Day!

Do you know what today is?

It’s national:

Save A Spider Day (March 14)

Yes, apparently…

It’s a real thing.

[via TheRainForestSite] There’s Nothing to be Afraid of When It Comes to Spiders. Here Are 8 Reasons Why

Physically, spiders aren’t what many would consider angelic creatures. It could be the amount of eyes spiders have. It could be the amount of legs. It could be the way that they move, or that, yes, some of them are poisonous. Maybe it’s some awkward amalgamation of the just-mentioned, as well as any other skewed fact floating around out there. Whatever the exact reason, for years now spiders have been looked at by humans with fear.

Don’t get us wrong: arachnophobia (the fear of spiders) is a very real thing. In no way are we trying to say that it isn’t, or that those that suffer from it should for some reason feel ashamed. In celebration of Save a Spider Day (March 14th), what we hope this list says — what we hope this list proves — is that spiders aren’t just something to be screamed at, or squished beneath boot heels, but something to be respected, and even admired.

1. Spiders Are Ingenious Hunters

Some spiders pounce on their prey. Some ensnare their prey in a web of silk. Some dig trap doors into the dirt and let their prey fall into a very similar ball of silk. And others? There are many others that have their own individual way of hunting — their own techniques, their own schemes, etc. Which is impressive, no?

2. They Call Earth Home

The exact number of spider species is unknown. But, as of 2014, 45,000 different species had been identified. 45,000! And they span across the planet.

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The little niche book that would, will become the little niche book that could!

Penny Willan and the Well



And for those of you who think you might be interested enough to check it out, let me warn you…

It is every different from ANYTHING out there now.

It is very niche.


Probably stemming from the fact that is has a wide array of influencing elements.

To say I hate spiders? Understatement. To me, they are everything that is evil in this world. Everything that is dark, hairy, crawly, and fangy. What’s not to loathe? They creep me out and in real-world ways that no fictional serial slasher, like Michael Myers, ever could. Also? Not a fan of being in nature. Don’t be me wrong, I love the peace of it, I love the isolation of it, I love looking at it; there are times, like right after a nice, light rain, that I even love smelling it, but being in it? Nope. Not a fan. Too much going on out IN it, that I can’t see, nor control, and I don’t like that. (Yes, yes… I have control issues. What of it?) Plus, I walked, face-first, into a HUGE spider web one night, while out in nature years ago, and well, what can I say… It left an impression.


Or, well, the huge spider I clutched in my hand, as I flung it from me, as I screamed into the night, once I caught it crawling on my face, trying to crawl into my mouth, to, you know, probably to eat my soul, but hey… Purely supposition on my part.

That’s a few things that I don’t like, which has influenced me. What I DO like?

I am a HUGE, old school fan of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Buffy Summers (the title character on the show) was a character a girl could look up to. She wasn’t a simpering damsel wasn’t waiting to be rescued. Oh, no… SHE did the rescuing. SHE did the wooing… And she did it with style, swag and sassiness. She saved the world… A lot. Strong, fun female leads are so rare. I guess that’s why I cherish this one so much and why it stays ever so beloved, no matter the passage of time.

I adore the atmosphere found in the classic monster movies Dracula, The Wolf Man, Frankenstein, The Mummy. That classic Gothic feel, of otherworldly darkness. A place of monsters and darkness, but told in such a way one can’t help but appreciate the romance of them.

I love original fairy tales. Not the watered down versions as told by Disney, but the original tales as told, for example, by Hans Christian Andersen. In their original form, fairy tales were cautionary in purpose. They were meant to serve as warnings for those foolish enough to embark upon life choices the majority where not in favor of. They were dark, often twisted and yet somehow, oddly enough, at the end of them? The reader was often left still OK with the result.


I have such a blast watching horror movies, Edgar Allan Poe is the poet I am most often drawn too, I live for the thrummy beat of rock and roll, both lyrics and beat, The Monkey’s Paw still scares me in ways I cherish… I love the history channel and its documentaries, the concept of the seven deadly sins has always fascinated me, I enjoy contemplating how others view moralistic choices via philosophy and theology …I love the movie The Nightmare Before Christmas, I love that feeling I get in my chest, when my heart melts after reading a good love story and I love how my pulse races when I can dive into a good book that has an epic battle, where ultimate evil and ultimate good are the two opposing foes.


So much of who I am, so much of what I dislike and so much of what I love all played a part in the creation of my book, Penny Willan and the Well. I loved writing, though at times I never thought I would never get finished. I loved creating it, though at times I felt I was putting far too much into it that people would not pick up on.

Ultimately, I wrote this book for one person.


I wrote a book I desperately desired to read, when another could not be found.

And I enjoyed the whole, maddening process of it, every part, immensely.

It is my fervent hope, that you might as well.

Take a chance, try it out, see if you can see any of the things that I love and adore mentioned above that so influenced my while writing it and you might find this little niche book that would, will become the little niche book that could…

Find its way to your own list of things you love and adore that might one day influence you.

Who knows… and before you scoff?

Stranger things have happened.

[Source – Groundhog Day]

Tell me, do you crave… A balladic narrative with power?

I’m a reader. It’s my passion. There is something so enjoyable, so relaxing, about immersing yourself in a good book. The experience takes you away from yourself for a while, and allows you to become something else for a time…

An observer.

An observer whose world has turned inwardly and its continued existence are wholly dependent on every turn of the page. It’s a world that is singular, and unique, to each individual reader, because every reader takes in the information differently to their life experiences, expectations, culture and understanding.


It’s just you, your eyes, the steady beat of your heart, your calm, steady breaths and your mind as it creates for you a world so far removed from the world where you live, you escape every worry with every single word you soak in.

For me, the books can romance, horror or science-fiction. They can be poetry, self-help, crime thrillers, old literary classics or biographies. They can be comic books, physics books or philosophy books. They can be classical tragedies, hysterical comedies or complex political narratives. Heck, I’ve even had a strange affection for reference books, for a time or two. The point is, for me? To read. To find something that engages and satisfies my most pressing, often varying, literary appetites.

Only those of you out there, who love reading as much as I do, will understand when I say, that for me? Reading is an addiction for my mind.

I crave it.


I will be honest when I say that I hit a very dissatisfied point as a reader last year, when the market was flooded with dystopian first-person knock-offs, which seemed like every other book, not to mention the creepy flood of “mom porn” published works (which just made me feel dirty every time I tried to read one. Ick.) that I found myself starving for…

Something else.

Something different.

Something so far removed from the norm, nothing liked existed. What can I say? I am not a fan of the ordinary.

Understand, I had no clue about what it was I was looking for exactly, but I knew that when it came to satisfying my addiction, there had to be something more. I desperately wanted a change from the norm, the common, the everyday, but no matter how studiously I searched on Amazon, I couldn’t manage to find the right book I was looking for.

I wanted an epic, an adventure, a story that would still be with me long after I read it. I wanted a story suited perfectly for a late night campfire. I wanted a story that would dance with the flames and battle with the shadows as I huddled closer to the fire, so anxious to read that next word. I wanted a story far removed from our time, a story that could easily pass as a relic of the oral traditions of old, while giving the illusion of presence. I wanted a grand tale, a fable and a ballad. A ballad short on words, but long on meaning. I wanted a story full of beats, full of music, without one note every being played. I wanted story with rhythm, a story with magic…


A story with power.

So, what the heck, I figured,”If I can’t find the story I want. I’ll just write it myself.”

And you know what?

That’s exactly what I did.

Penny Willan and the Well

To be released, March 10th, 2015

Excerpts coming soon!