Book Three, Post 31

We planted this tree so many years ago. I think I was just starting the first book of the trilogy then. I had written a lot of books for younger readers and was excited and terrified to write the story that kept coming back in my dreams. I have always talked to trees and I talked to this one a lot. Now I am writing the third book and everyone remains kind and cheers me on. I can't thank you enough. And I want you to know that I talked to Sadima this morning and she laughed then cried when I told her how many people are hoping she is all right.

Book Three, Post 30

Spring is here....

I know. Most people are still wading out of the storms in the East US and in hundreds of other places world wide. I hope you are all safe and helping each other. In the cliffs, where Hahp and the other boys are now, weather does't matter. The boys have no idea if they are going to stay alive. All they know is that there is no way out of the cliffs.   Not yet. ....

Book Three, Post 29 *the hard part*

I took a picture of these old board games many years ago and every time I look at them I am amazed at the way they make me feel. Safe?  Happy for the pretend people living in their pretend sea-side paradise?  Glad that life can be that simple ?


But there are people in my books who have been hurt and scared because I gave them "real" lives. I know they aren't real, but I also know that there are are people all over this planet who fight their way though their lives even though they know they will never win. I tell myself that some readers will get that, will know that the story is real in a way and close to all of us no matter where we live.  

Book Three, Post 27

Sadima is crying.  So am I.  She isn't hurt but she is lost and that is almost 

the same thing, I think.  

working and scared and still working and working......

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THANKS to everyone!!!!!   I am writing hard and making progress. Thanks to everyone here, the Face Book people, Twitter and everyone else getting in touch. I am so.....honored,  and so afraid.

Back to the story and the boys inside the cliffs....
They are as scared as I am.

THANK YOU!!! for checking on me.

Hello!!!   .

I am almost never on Face Book now..  or Twitter....or blogger....

because I am writing and rewriting the big book every day.
it is slow and contains a gazillion things...

(like most trilogies it is the last book that is the monster)

I will be teaching writing in Florida in a few days, at a great event full of great writers.
Then back home to working on the Big Book day and night...

The two books below (and a lot of kind people)  are waiting for me to make the story complete.....

Thank you all!!!

Thanks to everyone watching Book #3 grow up into a book.

Happy Holidays!!  Best wishes to you and all the ones you love...may all good things
come your way. Thank you so much for caring about my work...and about me.

The plant below is a survivor that comes up through the lichens in the only all-day-shade
within miles....every year, realizes it is in the wrong place and that there will never be
enough water for it in southern California for it to grow fast so it is growing slowly.

Plants know everything that matters.

Limori ::: Book Three Post # 25

Sadimas' life  has been a jumble of forgotten things. Sometimes, when she wakes up there is a tiny feeling, a stray sound, that evaporates before she can remember what she has lost. No. She has never told anyone about  this. She is afraid to. The Eridians would still be kind to her, she was sure of that, but they would step back, hold their children closer......

Limori : Book Three Post # 24

Sadima  woke up this morning remembering things she hopes aren't true.  If they are, the Eridians will never allow her in their meetings again. Thomas Marsham will never smile at her again and she will have to make up lies and disappear ...  again. 

Limori : Book Three Post # 23

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. 

Limori: Book Three Post # 21

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. 

Not now. 

Limori: Book Three Post # 20

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.

Limori: Book Three Post # 19

In Limori, the boys in the cliffs and Sadima are all scared tonight, and so am I. The gap between the centuries is closing. .... slowly, but it is closing.....and I am not sure what that means ...   

Limori: Book Three Post # 18

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.

Why I am not here very often lately....

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.

Limori: Book Three Post # 17

Limori:   People are hiding. The City is changing hands again. The old families, the magicians, the boys in the cliffs,  the people in South End and all the Eridians ....all of them are in danger now.
I am afraid for all of them.

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Limori: Book Three Post # 16

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.




  

Limori : BOOK THREE Post # 15

Ok, this is odd.....I hadn't seen vultures here in along time but this morning there were thirty or  more doing the wind-circle-glide-dance. I noticed them during my first writing break and was staring upward, watching them when I  thought about this: I want to kill someone---someone in the story. Probably not the one you might imagine but someone who has ruined more lives than any of the others....

Tomorrow I might understand all this better. I will talk to everyone first. If we are going to do this, I want it quick and without pain. 

Rereading that:  Authors are not as loony as we sound, but ending the life of a character is still a jolt, a very painful thing for me. 

If anyone wants to guess, feel free, but I won't tell.....

Limori : Book Three Post # 14

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....