Joy is in the making: a note to tired artists

Mired in ordinary life, in the day-to-day and humdrum, we strive for something transcendent. And sometimes, against all odds, find it in the simplest things. Between the daily grind, the deadlines met (or missed). Between the laundry and the shopping and the kids' demands. Between the elderly relatives, and their complaints, and our own. Between …

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Hauntings: learning about the novel

(a novel post) "His skin is lilac beneath grey shadows. His eyes are dark and wide to drink the low light. Come closer. See the slim limbs, the strange skin. He sits unmoving in the hardwood chair in the dusty attic room. This boy has grown roots, become a nest of stems and branches, a living, breathing tree, alone in the dreaming night. Here is a tale worth believing." And the starting point for my current work in progress...