In times of old, The Furies protected Mother Right. If a mother (or any woman) was harmed, The Furies swooped down and took their vengeance. They were one of the last vestiges of a world that existed before the patriarchy. When we feel righteous anger, it is The Furies who are calling out to us to make what is wrong right again.

Wednesday, May 10, 2006

Drafty Here 

Finished another draft of Church of the Old Mermaids. I love these old gals. Tomorrow I hope to input the changes, print it out, and read it once more. Then if I feel like it's ready, it's off to my agent.

Here's short scene to go to bed on:

...Myla crouched next to Lily and gave her a wet kiss on her cheek. Lily wiped it away.

"Oh! You don't want my kisses, eh? Well you know that kiss is on your hand now, so if you want it back, you can just touch your cheek any time."

Lily put her hand against her cheek and smiled.

"It's cold out here," Myla said. "Time for bed."

Lily reached for Myla's hand, and they walked back to the house.

"Do Old Mermaids have to brush their teeth?" Lily asked.

"I think so," Myla answered.

"Do they have to eat their vetables?"

"Gladly."

"What about school? Do they have to go to school?"

"Probably. I think it's called the School of Fish."


May You Swim in Beauty!
Posted by: Kim Antieau / 5/10/2006 10:58:00 PM
2 comments

2 Comments:

I like it, I really do


Merleen

By Anonymous Anonymous, at 9:15 PM  

Thanks, Merleen!

Blessed sea,

Kimmer

P.S. Have fun at Mum & Dad's on Sunday

By Blogger Kim Antieau, at 10:14 PM  

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