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An independent ebook publisher reviewed my short story, A Lover and its Ghosts!
Read the review here :D
Yaaaaaaaaay!
Read the review here :D
Yaaaaaaaaay!
A Lover and its Ghosts
Apr. 11th, 2011 12:19 pmThe short story I wrote for Jared the first Christmas we were together is now available on Smashwords for free or pay-what-you-want :)
A Lover and its Ghosts
I'd be eternally grateful if you could spread the word to anyone you think would enjoy a short, romantic, spiritual, slightly experimental work of possible fiction :D
A Lover and its Ghosts
I'd be eternally grateful if you could spread the word to anyone you think would enjoy a short, romantic, spiritual, slightly experimental work of possible fiction :D
Honeymoon Plans
Jun. 9th, 2010 10:18 amAnd after that, how about something happy to think about?
Jared and I booked our honeymoon last night! Five nights at the Cape Hatteras Bed & Breakfast on Hatteras Beach in the Outer Banks, NC! It's about a 13 hour drive there (and back), but we figure we can have fun road tripping, stopping at ridiculous roadside attractions, eating terrible rest stop food, listening to bad music, etc. My car is pretty excellent on gas (Honda Civic Hybrid ftw!), so it will probably be less than the price of one plane ticket to drive.
Jared and I both have a deep love for the sea that is hard to describe. I know I've tried here before, and probably failed. There's something intrinsic in me, and in him, that belongs to the sea so profoundly... I think it has to do with past lives, but I can't be certain. I did write about it in the book I gave him for his birthday this year, although I don't think he realizes yet that a part of me thinks the book is based on true events (our past lives together). I'm insanely proud of that book (short story, really- just under 7k). So here's a snippet, for no reason:
I dreamed of mountains then, leviathans of granite and lime, stained by the damp green of the deep sea. They stood like hulking giants on the soft wrinkles of sand, layers of seaweed dancing in the water and hanging from their stocky bodies like ragged clothes. The skeletons of seafaring ships leaned heavily against their stubby legs, frames made hazy by corrosion; great toothy beasts would glide between their shoulders, black eyes gleaming with a light that by all rights should not have been captured there.
Sometimes I would wake up curled into the sheets, clutching at your side of the bed as if I might be able to extract your sleeping ghost from the stuffing of the mattress. Had I been clinging to you? Swimming with your spirit through the icy water, letting the salt wash away the incomprehensible distance between us? Maybe we had become flesh for a moment in time, briefly incarnating some willing creatures asleep beneath the sea.
As certain as I was—when my hand curled around the air where yours should have been and I still felt you—I couldn’t help but be human, and wonder if any of it had really happened, or if you had ever been real to begin with.
Anyway. I know is sounds dismal, because the story of the past lives is really about how the two souls have never spent a lifetime together, but gradually have more and more time, implying that the next life not written in the pages will be the best (the one we're in). Cheesy? Maybe. True? I don't know. But I feel the story inside of me unlike any other story I've ever written, and so it's true to me.
And we're excited to spend our honeymoon by the ocean, in a small town, on a beach, exploring museums and riding bikes and parasailing... it will be magical :)
Jared and I booked our honeymoon last night! Five nights at the Cape Hatteras Bed & Breakfast on Hatteras Beach in the Outer Banks, NC! It's about a 13 hour drive there (and back), but we figure we can have fun road tripping, stopping at ridiculous roadside attractions, eating terrible rest stop food, listening to bad music, etc. My car is pretty excellent on gas (Honda Civic Hybrid ftw!), so it will probably be less than the price of one plane ticket to drive.
Jared and I both have a deep love for the sea that is hard to describe. I know I've tried here before, and probably failed. There's something intrinsic in me, and in him, that belongs to the sea so profoundly... I think it has to do with past lives, but I can't be certain. I did write about it in the book I gave him for his birthday this year, although I don't think he realizes yet that a part of me thinks the book is based on true events (our past lives together). I'm insanely proud of that book (short story, really- just under 7k). So here's a snippet, for no reason:
I dreamed of mountains then, leviathans of granite and lime, stained by the damp green of the deep sea. They stood like hulking giants on the soft wrinkles of sand, layers of seaweed dancing in the water and hanging from their stocky bodies like ragged clothes. The skeletons of seafaring ships leaned heavily against their stubby legs, frames made hazy by corrosion; great toothy beasts would glide between their shoulders, black eyes gleaming with a light that by all rights should not have been captured there.
Sometimes I would wake up curled into the sheets, clutching at your side of the bed as if I might be able to extract your sleeping ghost from the stuffing of the mattress. Had I been clinging to you? Swimming with your spirit through the icy water, letting the salt wash away the incomprehensible distance between us? Maybe we had become flesh for a moment in time, briefly incarnating some willing creatures asleep beneath the sea.
As certain as I was—when my hand curled around the air where yours should have been and I still felt you—I couldn’t help but be human, and wonder if any of it had really happened, or if you had ever been real to begin with.
Anyway. I know is sounds dismal, because the story of the past lives is really about how the two souls have never spent a lifetime together, but gradually have more and more time, implying that the next life not written in the pages will be the best (the one we're in). Cheesy? Maybe. True? I don't know. But I feel the story inside of me unlike any other story I've ever written, and so it's true to me.
And we're excited to spend our honeymoon by the ocean, in a small town, on a beach, exploring museums and riding bikes and parasailing... it will be magical :)
