reading and writing a life
The moon is full of wishes after all, we just don’t know how to unlock its magic. Humankind lost the codex somewhere between the ancient revelation of greed and the fear of death, so now we’re lost without the knowledge meant to pass down generation to generation. Even if it were here on display, accessible, […]
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To you, the unforgotten, the forms and spirits, the mirror’s edge: hello again. Forty-three days ago I posted here about my struggle with POV for THE SECOND NOVEL. By the next evening I had a glimmer of a new idea. Within a week the glimmer was all thrum and heartbeat and bright lights. I wanted, […]
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Dearest keen listeners, collectors of truth and emotion, rivulet by rivulet. You who wait for the light of a new day and recognize wisdom waiting at the edges of that light. Please don’t close your eyes. Not yet. Learning is my purpose. I can’t recall now just how long the thunderous epiphany thundered on the […]
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Dearest day laborers, night sweats, lucid dreamers, underpaid saviors. The early fading blooms of August flowers. I have no cure. I’m sorry. I am ashamed. I am feverish and tired and wearing a tread in borrowed optimism. I am reading. Wanting to read. Books won’t fit in my hands. Both eyes blur at the screen. […]
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Dearest warm blankets, foggy windows, dewdrop morns spinning reality from the unreal. My fellow daydreamers, lollygaggers, the procrastinators, unbelievers. The true believers. We’re going to be okay. We’ll write down everything, one way or another. Make the villains faceless or tattoo them with our own pasts. We’ll make a secret grief palpable, let readers taste […]
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Dearest last frontiers, imagination’s destination, you who sit in the darkness knowing a story will come, you who sit alone with the page. Inventors of heartbeat and poems drawn in the sand, thank you. I love you. I aspire. Strangers speak to me with strong voices out of nowhere, lend me their memories but never […]
Read More… Dearest gold-flecked hearts, fellow lovers of morning light and birdsong news. What do they say, those birds, to the truest listeners? To the real audience desperate for Nature’s waning love, they say: Beware. Be real. Be mine. Keep listening. I’ve been writing every morning. The NOVEL I finished in the springtime is a fast-paced speculative […]
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Dearest moonlit eyes, friends to the inventors of poetry and new magic. Dearest fellow readers of joy and grief and all the signs that point elsewhere—lost romantics, pretty little cynics. I have a story to tell. I have a million stories, but this one is about a day when the sky hung low. The sun […]
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“You write the loveliest letters!” That’s one of the most heartfelt compliments I ever received from an older woman in my life. Her son and I were planning to get married, he was in boot camp and I was hundreds of miles away working two jobs to save up for the wedding. I figured she […]
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Like many good things, I came to Octavia Butler’s writing late in life. Two weeks ago as a matter of fact. Two glorious weeks ago. Of course, I had heard about her work, heard her mentioned by feminist writers and scifi aficionados. Taking so long to seek out her books can only be attributed to […]
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Kathy Boles-Turner 