Spring is here....
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THANKS to everyone!!!!! I am writing hard and making progress. Thanks to everyone here, the Face Book people, Twitter and everyone else getting in touch. I am so.....honored, and so afraid.
Hello!!! .
I am almost never on Face Book now.. or Twitter....or blogger....
because I am writing and rewriting the big book every day.
it is slow and contains a gazillion things...
(like most trilogies it is the last book that is the monster)
I will be teaching writing in Florida in a few days, at a great event full of great writers.
Then back home to working on the Big Book day and night...
The two books below (and a lot of kind people) are waiting for me to make the story complete.....
Thank you all!!!
Happy Holidays!! Best wishes to you and all the ones you love...may all good things
come your way. Thank you so much for caring about my work...and about me.
The plant below is a survivor that comes up through the lichens in the only all-day-shade
within miles....every year, realizes it is in the wrong place and that there will never be
enough water for it in southern California for it to grow fast so it is growing slowly.
Plants know everything that matters.
Sadima woke up this morning remembering things she hopes aren't true. If they are, the Eridians will never allow her in their meetings again. Thomas Marsham will never smile at her again and she will have to make up lies and disappear ... again.
I made this basket years ago...long before writing took over my life. I noticed it this morning high on a shelf, and started thinking about Sadima, her childhood, her weaving, her easy connections with animals and her love for everything alive. Then Franklin had found her that long ago day when he was looking for children Somiss wanted to observe. I wish I could go back there now and when she started down the dirt road to go to Limori, I wish could catch her hand and talk her out of it. But I can't. Not now.
Limori: Book Three Post # 20
Thorns. The universal language used by people in every place on the planet for centuries untold. Where there are thorn hedges, there are secrets. And where there are secrets there are reasons for those secrets. Somiss knows that..He is the only one who really understands it. 
These thorns are mine. I planted them and now I fight to keep them in bounds. They are winning.
Limori: Book Three Post # 19
Both Sadima and Hahp are sitting in the dark far away from each other. They have never met but they are both afraid of the magicians.
The boys are still inside the cliffs and have been there so long they are starting to wonder if any of their parents are still alive.
Sadima is hundreds of years old now and afraid that the Eridians and Thomas Marsham will hate her for bringing magic into their lives.
...........I wonder all of that, too....and now I will get back to Limori.
This is blurry, I know.
Maybe that is why I never put it up here before. I am the one with the clown hair. Sherman Alexie (in the center) won the National Book Award that year. The rest of us were runner's up. At the time I was somewhere between disbelief and fear that a guard was about to rush in and tell me they had made a mistake and that I needed to get off the stage....but that everyone else could stay there.
As I work on the last of the three books that began with the one that got me to that stage I just want to thank....everyone. For....everything. And now I will get back to work.
Limori: People are hiding. The City is changing hands again. The old families, the magicians, the boys in the cliffs, the people in South End and all the Eridians ....all of them are in danger now.
I am afraid for all of them.
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Book Three, Post #1 fifteen
Like so many of my pics, I have no idea where I was when I took this... but it seems like the perfect jumble for what I am writing today. This is how it feels to me anyway--almost impossible to sort out. Limori is an old city. The cliffs where the boys are struggling to stay alive have housed so many other boys over all the many years and all the magicians who left behind thousands of books along with the blood stains on the stone floors. Somiss is sliding past any kind of humanity...desperately trying to find something, anything, that he hasn't already seen, felt, loved, hated...
The French covers of the second book........
I have always loved these. And Sadima looks so...beautifully French!
In English the cover reads:
The Price of Magic.........
This one was shot in Bologna Italy during a huge writing/book/event. It was wonderful and the FOOD will stay with me forever. If you have read the first two books in A Resurrection of Magic you know what the boys in the cliffs have been though, the insanity of the teaching "methods" how they were winnowed out, disappearing. I talk to Somiss like I talk to all the people in my books and I both hate and pity him. Never forget this: His parents gave him a boy as a gift, to keep him busy and to amuse him. A boy.
This forest is old.
On a quiet day you can hear the river far beyond it.
The people who live here were driven out of Limori, Sadima among them. They have built a meeting house, the one that Hahp saw on his way to the cliffs. The trees know they belong by that river. Sadima has no idea where she belongs. She is sure of one thing..she can't stay here.
