The Rainbow Horizon: A Tale of Goofy Chaos

May be the first book of its entire American multicultural humor farce kind. It's a rare, uniquely colorful (white inclusive) and fetchingly gay humor novel by a widely experienced female ghostwriter. Over 35 years of freelance writing, editing, marketing, sales, publishing and working in-home as a Personal Care Attendant for the Dis-Abled. Once Rainbow Writing, Inc., now Ghost Writer, Inc.: affordable book, screenplay, script, lyrics, copy, website and music ghostwriting. I'm oriented toward commercial success, being a lifelong book ghostwriter and published author. But I need broader distribution of the inmost concepts than I'm looking for accumulated sales of the book.

The story? Well, it's a humorous ramble, kind of a smile a minute, that I'm still working on. I wanted to make sure there is a copy stored somewhere on the Internet, so you folks could review it. I also think this my universe is now evidently run by machines, not live personages. But the book is about dozens of People of Color, gay and transvestite and also white folks who congregate as extremely close friends, enemies and hot-minded lovers.They all live in the little town of Rama, WA -- as in State of Washington, not the District of Columbia. I have stayed in the Seattle area for decades, deciding to write a book about how everyone here technically lives within "the boonies" of Washington State, among plenty of giant, sprawling evergreen forests around here.

Even in the City of Seattle, on the outskirts of the city proper. Beautiful deep woods you can barely view out your car windows, veering off into the far distance of a fading green light's blacker depths. The woods are lovely, dark and deep, but I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep...so far away you can only imagine touching them, or see the low-hanging silver clouds as mountains in your wildest dreams. My book is strictly fiction, a lifetime of compiled stories about imaginary people, based on real life folks I hobnobbed with, while delicately generating its material.

All or Allah is duly tongue in cheek, without pointing the fickle index finger at your face. It salutes and taunts those who are pretentious enough to use names instead of labels, who wrote many books before me as clams who never could get that the audience does indeed have a sense of humor, whatever their "ritual politics" are (or might not be). As I sketched out the lengthy contents of this book, which has gotten many a major rewrite over the years, I discovered yet another dream. It involves somehow selling my book for cheap, spreading it around the world in due time. With millions of lonesome readers enjoying the anti- or pro-racist, peculiarly sexist, slapstick atypical stereo-funny contents. In Mexico, the United States, Canada and Middle Peoria. I'm a feminist, I'll admit it, and also a sexist who toes the monstrous line. Read and review my book, if you like a silly blend of pain, sorrow, depth, pleasure, Cheek Marin references, and non-stop laughs every page. Or at least on every other page. Some of them...no, all of them, if you're willing to work hard and liked James Joyce's Ulysses. And Bill Cosby.