WISHFUL THINKING

Yayy!Continuing the story...  Installment 4: Where a Race is Run STORY SO FAR:   Ani Raye has been asked to appear for an appointment at her principal's office. This  is a strange request and she finds herself wondering what could possibly await her behind his orange door. In the school cafe, she meets with her best friend Khyran (K) and her trainer Stratten. K and her mother substitute Willa is also introduced. Leaving the c afe, she meets a servant girl Jina, who tells her to give a note  to K. In the note is written the words If I talk to you, and they catch me, They won’t sack me or tell me to go home. They will kill me as a lesson to others like me. Spooked, Ani runs into two of her Trainers who ask her to run a race. My feet crunched against hot concrete. I was barefoot enough that I could feel the heat lick at my soles. Dusk was falling but the heat hadn’t broken yet. Pale sunlight still shone stubbornly through fragments in the multi-hued sky, gold s...

Okay, the new installment is long overdue, and I know it is. Groan, groan, groan. I had an issue with the manuscript and then another long and nasty one with the plot. Finally things seem to be a little settled between me and all the issues, and I guess I can post again pretty soon. Maybe tonight if no other issues crop up. I've been busy reading Stephen King's UNDER THE DOME, a terrific book with terrific plot twists, and have just about finished that high-octane read so I can soon begin my next one- a book by Helen Grant, called THE GLASS DEMON. I'll be putting up reviews soon of both, although I don't think any review can do justice to King's book- which should be read!!!  More on SHADED coming soon! The lovely and wonderful Misha has agreed to promote this book, and you can read what she had to say about it here I also did a new and very  surreal photomanipulation I call The Memory Lane (um, literally)

So far: Ani Raye has been asked to appear for an appointment at her principal's office. This is a strange request and she finds herself wondering what could possibly await her behind his orange door. ‘Yin very quiet; Yang wants to know why’ Khyran slipped into the empty chair in front of me and smiled his fey smile I figured I could identify from a thousand other smiles all mashed together into a melded mess. ‘Yin unhappy, don’t want you, go the hell away’ I countered, with a weak-hearted attempt at sounding annoyed at him. I just sounded pathetic. Annoyed at myself, I scratched my pointy nail against the faux wood table, carving patterns into it. He sat back in his chair, smiling, the very essence of Yang as they taught us long back in the Grade B Ancient Philosophy class- male and light and active, a thing of the azure sky, of celestial origin. I sulked at him, feeling quite the essence of Yin- female, dark and earthly…not to mention extremely pissed off at the world, which...