A couple people from a writers’ group I’m in invited me to do a blog tour. I was a little confused about the whole thing and didn’t get back to them about that… They’re both excellent writers and have very interesting blogs. If you’re reading this post, check them out!
Mary Lou Rigdon writes great Regency fiction, among other things:
And Rachel has written some fascinating multi-generational stories set in the American South:
لا مكان للخوف وكبت الشوق
فالحياة منادية تلبية غائبة
fight the current and be torn asunder;
yield and surrender and be pulled under;
or tread with care and watch with wonder.
some say he’s a smoocher ‘cause in their culture
only the lazy don’t work for money
and only the crazy have no home.
but others who’ve chosen to keep their minds open
see a saint who shares wisdom with all;
a free spirit not afraid to fall.
I’ve decided to write a novel, and I’ll share the highs and lows of my journey here. I’ll also post some other stuff I write (or have previously written) along the way. I’ll start off with a few words I wrote years ago during a sleepless night:
The night. It floats along on the wings of fantastic dreams and absurd fantasies. The mind wanders, trying to find the place where the strangest things become as vivid as the solitary light in that familiar room. Soothing sounds emanate from that same direction, sometimes dancing along with the light, the thoughts, and the dreams. I wait for these to blend together into a blissful harmony. I long for them to coalesce into nothingness and emerge again in a different world. The lights and sounds grow distant as the fantasies come into focus. They can still be heard and felt, however, as they form the drum to which the imagination beats. But something is wrong. The beat is off. The noises become distinct, dragging the mind back to reality.
I’ve always wanted to share that piece, and now I have. That feels good🙂
Hopefully writing this book will be a good experience. Feel free to follow along if you like!