Here is the final part of Pittown (Book 5 of the Waldmeer Series).
Chapter 36: Barcodes of Life
In Store Creek
The winding country road between Store Creek and the highway was the best part of the two-hour drive to the city. Merlyn watched the morning light skip along the trees. The thin branch-shadows on the road looked like a long line of barcodes. The mysterious barcodes of life, thought Merlyn. She felt content because, after all, who could not be at peace on such a beautiful morning? She remembered an Edgar Cayce saying that Enid often quoted,
Happiness is your choice to make. How happy or how miserable do you want to be? Continue reading “Pittown: Out of the Pit”
Pittown (Book 5 of Waldmeer) is now published. I have loved writing the series. When I started it, 4 years ago, I had never written fiction or had the inclination to do so. However, I have found that story-telling is a wonderful outlet for expressing all sorts of emotions and thoughts. I once listened to an author who said, “I feel sorry for people who don’t write because what do they do with all the stuff that happens to them?” In the end, I tell myself that if I come away from what I have written feeling encouraged then there is the possibility that others will too. It’s all about healing; every word of the 160,000 in the series. We are in this together; for better, for worse, for healing.
Continue reading “Pittown (Book 5 of Waldmeer)”
I stood at the back of the funeral room.
Black dress. Black coat.
Continue reading “The Great Death – poem”
I am happy to let you know that I have now published a small book of poetry. It will expand over the next few years.
No lazy mind
comes to poetry.
For poetry goes
where we are
reluctant to travel.
Travel we must.
Continue reading “Strange Words – A Book of Poetry”
Here is the beginning of Part 3 of Pittown (Book 5 of Waldmeer Series). It’s time to go back to Borderfirma, and also back to some other things.
Chapter 29: Twenty Years
“It’s taken me twenty years to get back here,” said Rybert as he walked up and down Cypress Lane. “Twenty f***ing years,” he complained as if it had to be someone’s fault.
A few days ago, Rybert told himself that he was going to finish off what he started. What he had started, he wasn’t quite sure but, twenty years ago, his Aunt Charity told him that she had seen the gathering of two armies in her crystal ball (the sister-ball to Nina’s of the Great Valley in the Borderfirma Mountains). She also told him to go to the battle and that the ball didn’t make mistakes. He was to get there via the lane of Cypress trees which ran along the beachfront in Waldmeer. Continue reading “Pittown: Back to the Border”