I am so pleased to announce that I have a new, illustrated version of “Sania and the Bee” on the Free Stories page (click the English link). This endeavor was part experiment for the writer turned publisher, and part labor of love to satisfy my conviction that more fiction should be illustrated, even if the work is aimed at adult audiences–although this allegorical tale is intended for pre-teens and older youth.
The story was inspired by real events reported at the beginning of the war in Syria. Sadly, the war is still going on, and things are not getting better. I cannot even begin to understand their suffering, but anyone who cares to pay attention can see that every day the Syrian people are fighting indiscriminate bombings, hunger, and violent extremism in addition to the mind-numbing grief of losing loved ones and seeing their country destroyed. It is no wonder that we see the millions of people on the move now. Continue reading
Pardon me, Dear Readers, for the weeks of blog silence. I could tell you that it was the result of being swamped with paying work, which cannot be ignored. I could also tell you that this month I’ve flirted with the melancholy that rises when your youngest child has left home and home must be reconfigured in your heart. For additional distraction, I’ve been trying to hold said melancholy at bay by calling up contractors to give me estimates on kitchen remodeling. And I could, and will, tell you that my hiatus in blogging is definitely the result of my oh-so-common fall off the writing horse.
Loss of commitment and courage. Presence of doubt and fear. This month I have suffered, like so many other writers, the sudden withdrawal of inspiration, the muse, the ingenium. I’ve been writing but not much. I’m distracted by everything and everyone. It is not writer’s block, not yet and hopefully never, but it is a portent to be taken seriously. Like a small stroke.
It’s time to get on the horse, and do whatever is necessary to get myself back on the road to regular writing and being a writer. The horse may fight me. In my experience, when you don’t ride horses they become stubborn and more unpredictable than usual. Certainly there will be weeks of dancing and backstepping, a lot of head tossing. But better to get on the horse now rather than later.
I’m moving forward slowly on the WIP. Yesterday was a good writing day and I actually learned something important about one of the main characters. Soon I’ll be posting on the whimsical illustrations Zelde Grimm has completed for one of my stories, and I’ll be reviewing Blood Kin by Steve Rasnic Tem. Also, I’ve actually got rough drafts of two short stories that I planned to post here, but now, I think I might urge this horse to jump the creek (to take this metaphor beyond its usefulness) and actually submit at least one of the stories to a magazine. Wish me well.