Darkness

As summer begins in earnest, I find myself utterly captivated by the plants growing in our garden. There is daily progress, from the barest hint of green shoots to the unfurling of leaves, and the tiny blossoms on our pepper plants. I go out and stare at them sometimes, and I get to feel as if I am not wasting my time – it’s a captivation, an entrancement, and I try to find words for it so that someday, I can share it through the lens of a character.

At the same time, I write. I write Science Fiction, which I have always found to be a fairly null genre term, being so very broad (then again, I suppose that Fantasy is much the same). The next piece is shaping up to be very short. I don’t want to say too much about it, for fear of spoiling it entirely. It involves dragging thoughts out of the subconscious and holding them up to sunlight, and that is a terrifying process.

Of course, there is the usual business of life: getting up in the mornings and putting on reasonable clothing, making meals, cleaning the house. My husband and I are training for Tough Mudder together, and I promise to post suitably-impressive pictures of thousands of people covered in mud.

As a side note, I am still open for reading and reviewing indie books for July!

-M

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