The Furious Spinner

For those of you who have been reading my novel Her Frozen Wild on my website, I just posted the final forty pages. Let me know what you think.

I might post another novel, either a romance I wrote in three days twenty years ago (and then rewrote it and updated it last year) called The Ryan Pearl which takes place in 1900 Australia, or a modern romance, Swans in Winter, about a middle-aged woman who falls in love at the same time she is trying to save the land she loves. (What a sentence; my only excuse is I'm writing this quickly so I can get to bed!) Let me know which you'd prefer.

I have a fondness for The Ryan Pearl since I wrote it in one weekend when Mario and I were challenging each other to write quickly. I pulled it out to rewrite it last year when Mario asked me to; he's always liked it. I'm a different writer now—a better one I hope—but also I was interested in different things than I am interested in today. I liked Swans, too, because I set it here where I live, but it is completely fictional—except the part about the hera of the piece always struggling with the people in power who want to destroy the land. Both of the novels are very sensual and sexually graphic, which is kind of weird to reread. Sometimes I wonder, "What was I thinking? Someone I know might read this."

Anyway, I like knowing what works in my books for people and what doesn't. These books are not great literature, but I hope they are entertaining, inspiring, or moving. (When Mario reads this post later, he's going to say, "Don't tell them it's not great literature!" "I think they'll figure that out on their own," I'll say. "Just post it or don't. Don't apologize." "I'm not apologizing. I'm just letting them know I know it's not the greatest thing ever written." "I think you're apologizing." "Maybe. It's because I was an English major. You know the old saying: once an English major, always an English major." "I thought that was: once a Catholic always a Catholic." "Tomato, potato. They're all part of the nightshade family.")

I think the mania has set in. Time to dampen it with sleep. Last night I dreamed the biggest tidal wave the world has ever seen came right at me while I was talking on a cell phone. (I don't own a cell phone; I don't think I've ever talked on a cell phone.) I rode the tidal wave, which surprised me because when I saw it, I knew I was going to die. I rode it to an outcropping, then hung on to the rocks for dear life while waiting for the next wave—and the person I was talking to was still on the phone. It was absolutely terrifying (I awakened gasping) and exciting: I had actually kept my head above the water. I survived and stayed connected. I wish that for everyone.

Good night.

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