STRUCK BY A WHIM, Erovan sniffed the banana patch palm of his hand, thereby enchanting himself (again) with a moment from the recent past.
He was not a flying spider. He was not an exiled cabinet member. He was not a soggy, half-helping of spinach in an abandoned milk carton. He was an unannounced recipient of a divine gift: a color nobody else in the world could see. This relationship between his rods and cones and the heavens above acted as a magnetic attraction to all things untethered. Continue reading “THE GODS OF FIRE NEVER LEFT THE EARTH”
I’M GLAD I REMEMBER A WORLD BEFORE THIS ONE. After all, time flows and moments blend into the next and before you know it, a day is a year and five years is forty. Without keeping record, it would be easy to believe I’ve Always Been This Way, and Things, too. Things have always been this way.
MOBBED BY WHISPERS FROM ANOTHER WORLD, I have once again done the bidding of ghosts I may never meet. That is to say, I have made it through another edit of the Fiction Fantasy YA novel. You know, I hadn’t realized I’d stepped back for a solid 11 months since the last edit! But I’d been dreading it…thinking major surgery was still needed and feeling discouraged. Funny. It turned out to be almost entirely fine polishing. Pacing, order, continuity stuff, some remixing of certain lines, and lopping off a few sentences that pushed the point longer than needed. But not the big, ugly, box of wrenches under the hood fiasco I had been imagining. Not that I haven’t done enough of that so far. I’ve reworked this thing a lot since it began. I never wanted to give up on it. I always saw a good story in there. 
SO, I HAD A MEETING WITH A FELLA who was looking to partner with an artist in a business idea. He was friendly enough, and I thought he had an interesting project, so we agreed to meet at some point soon to kick the idea around.