Deciding On My Terms

I did all the formatting and polishing work required yesterday to submit my book to a prestigious

competition on its final day, yet chose not to.

Deep down I don’t want to “give it away” like this, in some international draw, maybe I am crazy. I just don’t know, but I listened to that reluctant part of me.

My character, my story is unique I believe. Not to be randomly cast out there.

My story is a strong, honed, ready.

Everyone thinks this, I am certain, about their novel. Sure.

Me, I will choose very carefully who I submit it to.

That is what I need to do now. I will go very carefully through the list of resources Jericho have sent, see what stands out.

Decide on my terms, I will.

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Angels are dancing slow

Her heart’s beating next to mine, there’s no space between us. Her face snuggles into my shoulder. I’m sorry she sobs. I wrap my arms around her, her softness, her warmth, I smell her hair, I caress her cheek with mine. I want to expand so much that I completely envelope her, I want my arms to be so light, they squeeze away all the pain, the numbness, the paralysis, the throbbing torment, I try, in that moment, to make her well, I try , I try. I pray. I sink into her. Our lips embracing and love is all I know. Softly we sway. There ain’t no band here. My eyes are shut. My salvation, my joy, my everything, Us two old age pensioners. Not a moment separates us. The croissants, honey, guitars, incense sticks and the sea, they were never meant to be. We see no one, the illness has been terribly isolating these many decades, you have no idea. All around us, love romancing. Holding her body. Ain’t no one else here, this is nowhere at all. Tonight, though, the angels are dancing slow...

Ideas For Stories

There is something wonderful about a new hat. It says time for a change. This is my blues hat. Recently I have found an outlet to share my guitar playing and song writing. It's an online, safe, supportive, affiirming community, mostly made up of folk round about my age. Broken dreams. Everyday, everywhere you look, there's ideas for stories.

Being bold

Woke up this morning….and read that my “Pitch Jericho” entry didn’t make it. So there’s always the knee jerk instinct to give up in the face of rejection. Ah, but no. Last night I boldly posted a clip of me playing blues guitar on a forum, to wonderful acclaim. No one knows how much courage that took. Yesterday I acted boldly. Built my author site , restored this blog. Booked a chat with Jericho. And that is how I will carry on. Bold action. Is required. To get my book published.

Just Passing By

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