It’s not going to be even primarily written in 30 days.
Sorry, guys.
I’m being realistic here- there’s no way this story can be told like a Nessa story.. but I’m going to say that without those stories and without tackling all the different voices of the fae folk, there’s no way I’d be able to try what I’m about to try.
One of the joys (?) of getting older- if not growing up- is in learning to cope with loss for which there is no remedy. How many blows can the spirit take? What is it that inspires us to keep hope and love alive, over and over again- why can some people do it and some just go brittle and break?
I’ve got characters searching for redemption and peace- others trying to find ways to inspire it in others. One of them- charming lass named Maya, has been trying to come out for a long time now, and I’m kind of amazed that she’s finally ready. She’s got a lot on her mind, a long road to walk as she explores the little city I call home.
There’s Janney- who very deliberately sets out to change the world, one person at a time, with a certain odd mix of results.
The city is there, too, and I hope I do her justice- all the whimsicality that comes with being a crossroads of so many cultures and lifestyles. It’s a culmination of random ‘wtf was that’ moments from over twenty years of Albuquerque citizenship… by the way, red or green with that?
Hey, can you shut the light? I gots to get some sleep over here….
Curiouser and Curiouser 