| Current mood: |  refreshed |
Writing, or some semblance thereof
Got a page in tonight on "The Sortilege of Objects Lost and Anointed in Tannin Water Depths." (I know, I know--daggum title's half the story.)
Tonight's breakthrough: The first-person narrator is a character named Feeling Kavanagh. I had an inkling, but now I know it is he. Feeling featured in "Verses on St. Andrews," a story printed in Issue 2 of the now-defunct (unfortunately) Spinning Whorl. He also made it in my novelette "Neither Cast Your Pearls," which is sitting on an editor's desk, and he is reference briefly in a first-draft zombie story that has a lot of work ahead of it and me ("Master Slade and Bamboo"). I've got at least four more tales which will feature or cameo Feeling because he's central to the Fogle County and Urville southern magical realism stories percolating in this ol' heart and head. And I'm beginning to realize, slowly, that he can be the common character thread to these stories that are alreadly linked via geography. And Feeling's got plenty of fuel in him for me and the page. We shall see.
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