Monday, November 24, 2014
I made this basket years ago...long before writing took over my life. I noticed it this morning high on a shelf, and started thinking about Sadima, her childhood, her weaving, her easy connections with animals and her love for everything alive. Then Franklin had found her that long ago day when he was looking for children Somiss wanted to observe. I wish I could go back there now and when she started down the dirt road to go to Limori, I wish could catch her hand and talk her out of it. But I can't. Not now.
Thursday, November 20, 2014
This is a plant I have had for so long that I can't remember what it is called.
What I love about it is that it doesn't LOOK like a plant. It looks like a sea shell.
I showed it to Sadima and she nodded. Then she sighed and I held her hand. So
much of her life has been guided by other people's decisions. But not this time.
Monday, November 17, 2014
Limori: Book Three Post # 20
Thorns. The universal language used by people in every place on the planet for centuries untold. Where there are thorn hedges, there are secrets. And where there are secrets there are reasons for those secrets. Somiss knows that..He is the only one who really understands it.
These thorns are mine. I planted them and now I fight to keep them in bounds. They are winning.
Saturday, November 15, 2014
Thursday, November 06, 2014
Both Sadima and Hahp are sitting in the dark far away from each other. They have never met but they are both afraid of the magicians.
The boys are still inside the cliffs and have been there so long they are starting to wonder if any of their parents are still alive.
Sadima is hundreds of years old now and afraid that the Eridians and Thomas Marsham will hate her for bringing magic into their lives.
...........I wonder all of that, too....and now I will get back to Limori.
Sunday, October 19, 2014
This is blurry, I know.
Maybe that is why I never put it up here before. I am the one with the clown hair. Sherman Alexie (in the center) won the National Book Award that year. The rest of us were runner's up. At the time I was somewhere between disbelief and fear that a guard was about to rush in and tell me they had made a mistake and that I needed to get off the stage....but that everyone else could stay there.
As I work on the last of the three books that began with the one that got me to that stage I just want to thank....everyone. For....everything. And now I will get back to work.
Friday, October 03, 2014
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Tuesday, September 23, 2014
Book Three, Post # Sixteen
This was taken at a weird angle and that seems perfect to me today. Cypress trees are standing impossibly upright to the right of everything else in the image and the birds of paradise are drooping down over what looks like a hidden entrance into somewhere dark and strange. Sadima is in a tunnel this morning, walking fast.. No one around her is speaking...they are all scared. So am I.
Friday, September 19, 2014
Tuesday, September 09, 2014
This is the German cover.....And I love it too.
Everyone who worked on these books did such an amazing job of making the covers match the feelings of the story. This last story is slowly emerging and almost nothing is happening the way I thought it would. Limori has changed. Somiss has a library the size of a stadium. I will follow him there soon, it scares me to think about what he might be researching now.
* More interesting things today......Limori is really changing. I am starting to think there are people waiting for a chance to ruin the city. Not sure....
Thursday, September 04, 2014
Another tree, this time in Winter. Snow and ice and freezing wind.... it is cold and dangerous in Limori now..... in every way and at every moment. No one knows where Somiss is. I am hoping to find out soon and I am hoping he is dead, or has gotten bored after all his years of using children to prove his theories about fear and magic. I am just afraid for Sadima...that he will find her...
Saturday, August 30, 2014
Like so many of my pics, I have no idea where I was when I took this... but it seems like the perfect jumble for what I am writing today. This is how it feels to me anyway--almost impossible to sort out. Limori is an old city. The cliffs where the boys are struggling to stay alive have housed so many other boys over all the many years and all the magicians who left behind thousands of books along with the blood stains on the stone floors. Somiss is sliding past any kind of humanity...desperately trying to find something, anything, that he hasn't already seen, felt, loved, hated...
Sunday, August 24, 2014
The French covers of the second book........
I have always loved these. And Sadima looks so...beautifully French!
In English the cover reads:
The Price of Magic.........
OK. Back to Limory for me. A lot to cut today. ......... and re-arrange.........
Thursday, August 21, 2014
This one was shot in Bologna Italy during a huge writing/book/event. It was wonderful and the FOOD will stay with me forever. If you have read the first two books in A Resurrection of Magic you know what the boys in the cliffs have been through, the insanity of the teaching "methods" and how they were starved, then winnowed out, disappearing one at a time. I talk to Somiss like I talk to all the people in my books and I both hate and pity him. Never forget this: When he was about 6 years old his parents gave him a boy as a gift to keep him busy and to amuse him. ....... A boy.
Friday, August 15, 2014
This forest is old.
On a quiet day you can hear the river far beyond it.
The people who live here were driven out of Limori, Sadima among them. They have built a meeting house, the one that Hahp saw on his way to the cliffs. The trees know they belong by that river. Sadima has no idea where she belongs. She is sure of one thing..she can't stay here.
Friday, August 08, 2014
If I had to write a synopsis of the book today, this would be it. I don't remember where I took this picture. I have no idea what the building behind it is or if it is even a building. The pitchfork shape of the shadows on the trunk look like a Hallow'en mask. I have no idea who is hiding just behind the tree on the right side ...I think it might be two people arguing or about to fight or kiss? The dappled shade on the path to the left side seems like the door into another odd wall. If you follow it to the right very carefully, you will see a tiny flec of red that makes me wonder if someone is climbing the fence, scared, sliding over it fast enough to get cut. But more than anything I can see snakes. Shadow snakes, Quiet snakes, Limb snakes, Word snakes.....
Tuesday, August 05, 2014
Limori : Book Three, Post # 7
I don't know why I took this shot (probably at Dragon Con) but I am glad I did. I run across it in the piles of con pictures now and then and it reminds me that people are endlessly enchanted by beauty..... with or without a purpose. It is the definition of beauty that varies.
The boys in the cliff have been separated from everything, except a continued barrage of pain and fear. Somiss is a mad man damaged by his parents. Franklin was a toy they bought to amuse him. All of them have lived in the dark, carrying little lamps, memorizing paths and songs (that aren't really songs...) all this time.
Sadima is the only one to escape, surrounded by the Eridians. I spoke with her last night.
Nothing is what I thought it was. Nothing.
Thursday, July 31, 2014
Limori: Book Three, Post #6
When I gave Limori it's name (which means "graveyard" in a gypsy dialect) I gave it a sea, too....which ended up being a river that connected to the sea beyond it. I wanted it to be a city with many kinds of people, from many places, with water-weary sailors to tell stories and start fights and magicians doing impossible things and wars being fought over money and pride and street children like the ones I have seen this country and every other country I have visited. I wanted it to be real. And it is. To me anyway.
These two pictures were taken in ...Morocco......on the coast of Rabat, just a few breaths
apart on a day with clouds running the show, not the sun........
Monday, July 28, 2014
Limori: Book Three, Post #5.
These keys belong to a principal /teacher who let me stay with her in Abu Dabi. She was collecting keys...and keys have always fascinated me.
The first night I was there I couldn't sleep.I kept hearing things...in the walls. The next morning she explained : Many families had no place to sleep safely. I had been hearing the sound of whole families climbing from the vents in the outside hallway, working their way upward to sleep on the apartment roof.
Sadima already knows about these keys. She buried them once. I watched her do it and wondered what would happen to them. I still don't know but I will ask her soon. Maybe she knows where they ended up.......and why.