I’m
sitting in shorts and open shirt, cottage at my back. The air is perfect warmth
and perfect breeze. The lake is dotted with fisherman while the late sun
conducts a silent fireworks display upon its surface. I’m writing a novella about
the marginalized hangers-on of a remote dwindling village, shaken out by industrial
mishap and environmental crisis. Where this idea came from, I have not a clue.
But it’s a joy to be writing something entirely character-driven as these odd
denizens have nothing left but each other, with all of their flaws.
Quagmire
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Yeah, that's what Q is for...a horrible Quagmire...but...my visit to NC
last year end has helped to extricate me in the niftiest manner. A quilt of
histor...
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1 comment:
That is a great picture! Your new novel sounds really interesting, I am looking forward to reading it.
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