Other good news this week: The literary journal Kansas City Lights is publishing memoir piece about my grandmother. My grandma was proudly from Kansas. So is my heroine, Emma. She always stops to notice flowers and gardens.
Sometimes the stars do seem aligned. The lilac has flower buds. Last year, not one, and the year before only one. This year, it looks loaded. A pair of cardinals in the yard, and the cute little swamp (?) sparrow has a mate. Ducks in the slough. My cup runneth over. Spring in New England. Glorious. The cats sleep upstairs in the sunlight streaming through the bedroom window. They sniff spring at the open window.
Now I'm thinking of putting my Ruegen book onto the Kindle, too. Set mostly on the island of Ruegen in the Baltic in midsummer, with different characters, and also a computer crime novel (loosely), the story hasn't found a home in the U.S. By now it is an historical novel of technology. Remember CD-ROMS? That generation. Before skysat phones. Before lots of technology.
Here's a scrap of a Shadow Warrior's scene from a somewhat drunken university party on the occasion of Verna's graduation.
|Street Sceme in Göttingen in the Weenderstrasse, the Fussgängerzone|