The little book that went live
This week I published a book. That’s a pretty good sentence, isn’t it. Let’s just watch it for a minute….
Call for manuscript editor
A few years ago I wrote a novel. It’s unpublished, despite a few good efforts at getting a traditional publisher….
Mojo for rebels
We both thought I might be a rebel. It would have been nice. They get to hang with General Leia, after all.
joy
Close your eyes. Let the busy mind go. See what you see. An unexpected keepsake.
ache
this too, you see
will fade.
Certain uncertainties
I used to look at older people when I was young and think it must be lovely not to be a tangle of uncertainties and social awkwardnesses. I think it was a mirage. Maybe it was a straight out con.
tender
that’s one way I deal with pain. To see it as part of me. And as part of recovery. I guess I’m remapping my brain, and distracting it from a painful sensory overload.
unravel
And, now, here I am, unravelling some of the tangles life left me.
Tricks of the tale
I wrote a little story last year. It was about music and its potential power and beauty. It explored the terrifying notion of how it might feel to exist without music in our world. It was a tender little piece. … it had magic, for all its lightness and air. It had depth.
Lost song: a story
Trees curled and curved in, up and over, and boulders pushed the earth aside. Hat tucked his spidery legs underneath and settled down on a mossy rock. Silence enveloped him.