Science fiction, fantasy, mystery and what-not
Finished the latest revision of the novel in progress. “Unfocused”. Ended with 402 pages. 74K words. What was that, number five?
Am I happy? Satisifed?
I don’t know.
It feels good. It feels bad.
I’m breathing. Sighing. Wondering. Pondering.
And I’m hungry. As always, it’s the end, or the beginning of the end, which means it’s a beginning or a beginning of another beginning.
That’s the writer life.
Some journeys take you exactly where you know you’re going. You know exactly what to expect when you arrive. Other journeys are just a stopover in the larger picture.
But some journeys are mystical. You don’t know if it’s the final stop or the start of a full new journey. All you can do is wonder.
We saw the light
and thought it was fire,
held in glass
strung by a wire.
We smelled the smoke
and thought it was grass,
we felt lit
and fell on our ass.
We heard a song
and thought it was love,
we tasted tears
and thought it was salt.
We saw the light
but it was too far away.
We said, “Let’s start tomorrow.”
But tomorrow never came.
Michael Seidel, writer 