It’s been awhile since I’ve posted. I’ve managed to make myself busy. Sister World 3 is an ambitious work and I’m working diligently on completing it in time for ComicCon. There’s only one problem. When I finish, I’ll have to say goodbye to some people (My characters) that I’ve grown to love. How can I say goodbye to Kahill and Becarra, how do their friends say goodbye. I’ll miss Spirit everyday. They’ll have so much to do after I say the End, but it will be time for them to live in your imaginations. I’ve had a lot of help with the details, the world I’ve dreamt of could, may even exist. If I was given the opportunity to find out, I’d take it. If you read the books, you’ll know why.
It’s never a good thing for me to write when I’m tired and there’s a chance I’ll want to delete this post in the morning. I was/am thinking about the things that make us who we are, why we write. I was a lonely child. When my sister went to school it felt like I lost my best friend. Then I went to school. I used to make up stories. The number 5 had a crush on 6, but 7 was her boyfriend. I wrote in cursive, making the words prettier than what they meant. My first children were my words. I lived in a time when girls were just becoming more than a decoration. In my dreams I was a person with power. That meant I was a man. Then I met the man I would love, marry and the one I still love. Like everything in life, it’s had moments of great joy, mixed in with everything else. Then there was the brain tumor. For a brief time, I thought I would die, then I decided I would be there for my son, he was four. For all of my life I’ll remember waking up after the nine hour surgery. I was awake but I wouldn’t reply to the doctor when he tried to see if I was okay. I wasn’t ready. I wanted to live but I needed time to decide who was going to wake up. What I learned, is most likely the same thing many people learn in difficult times. I am strong. A stronger person woke up, a person who no longer hated being a woman, a person ready to face being less successful than she had hoped to be. My books may never be the best sellers the fourteen year old me had dreamed they would be, but they’re mine and, grammar not withstanding, I’m proud of what I’m trying to say. Most importantly “Live your life. We all have scars. It’s how we live with them that defines us.” Good night.
Sunday was quiet. I sold enough books to make the trip worthwhile but most importantly I meet my old boss. I worked for her for many years. She was so kind when I found out I had a brain tumor, helping me get permission to return to work part time while keeping my position after already having a two month recovery period. She was there when I had my first seizure and applauded my decision to retire when I was moving to RI. At my retirement party she told me it was time for me to chase my dream, publish the book I wrote while recovering and start writing again. Sometimes you need a gentle push and a reminder, it’s never too late. I can’t say enough about how great it was to see her again.
I will be speaking at Bank Square Books Savoy Bookshop & Cafe in Westerly, RI on July 31st. from 2:00 to 4:00. It’s a beautiful store with a casual and intimate environment. I’ll be highlighting my latest novel, Darkness and Light, Vampires. Let’s talk.
Below is the link to the books store.. I hope to see you there.
I was honored to have my poem “The Journey” included in the anthology. I was even more honored when reading the other poems. Last night, at the kick-off event, I listened to many read their poems. It was hard reading mine. I wrote The Journey on the year anniversary of my mothers death. It’s a homage to what we sometimes take for granted. To be fair and honest I will admit we argued, there were things we did not agree on. Sometimes I was wrong, sometimes I wasn’t, but the important lesson I learned was is it didn’t matter. We loved each other. At the end, when I said goodbye, it’s the times she held my hand, helped me understand a sometimes cruel world. I am glad I held her in my arms as she passed. I can only hope she heard me tell her how much she helped me on the journey that is my life.
I am proud to say that my short story ‘The Quiet One’ has been accepted by DarkWater Literary magazine. I’ll let you know when it will be available. I have to say my sister ask me if it was true. I’m not telling.
My poem “The Journey” has been accepted in the Rhode Island Bards Anthology. There will be a book launch On June 28th at the Courtyard Providence which means it’s in Warwick. There’s a $5.00 cover charge. I hope you’ll join me.