Friday, September 11, 2020
Monday, September 7, 2020
When a dream is realized you no longer count the hours. Those endless afternoons in a cranny of the library, lost inside a world no one but you is even aware exists, talking to people in your head who seem as real to you as family. And when you emerge from that world to share it with others, you are amazed that they find it as fascinating as you did yourself, amazed that a fabulous agent wants to represent you, amazed that a publisher like Random House wants to publish you.
You are stunned when you see the beautiful cover. Stunned to see your book up on websites for pre-ordering. Stunned to know that in a few short months, people all over will be able to enter the world you created in the silence of your own imagination.
But my sweet friends, that is where I am right now. Amazed, stunned and so very grateful. Above is the cover of my new novel, THE SWEET TASTE OF MUSCADINES. You can read more about it at the Random House website, and on all bookshop sites. It will be released on March 16, and I pray for a happier, brighter, saner world when that date rolls around.
I hope to be writing more here soon.
and Apple, Andrew, George, and The Songwriter... all masked and doing well. xx
Saturday, April 11, 2020
Wednesday, March 18, 2020
Saturday, February 1, 2020
"The truth unquestionably is, that the only path to a subversion of the republican system of the Country is, by flattering the prejudices of the people, and exciting their jealousies and apprehensions, to throw affairs into confusion, and bring on civil commotion...
When a man unprincipled in private life, desperate is his fortune, bold in his temper, possessed of considerable talents, having the advantage of military habits - despotic in his ordinary demeanor - known to have scoffed in private at the principles of liberty - when such a man is seen to mount the hobby horse of popularity - to join in the cry of danger to liberty - to take every opportunity of embarrassing the General Government, bringing it under suspicion - to flatter and fall in with all the non sense of the zealots of the day - It may justly be suspected that his object is to throw things into confusion that he may 'ride the storm and direct the whirlwind.'"
And, from Thomas Paine, whose words express my feelings so succinctly:
"I should suffer the misery of devils, were I to make a whore of my soul by swearing allegiance
to one whose character is that of a sottish, stupid, stubborn, worthless, brutish man."
Love and Grace to you all.