When I was growing up in New Olreans, I'd take the city bus from Araby in St. Bernard Parish into downtown NOLA. It took three transfers, pass graveyards and schools and shotgun houses. Finally I arrived at my sanctuary, the public library. The first time I was about twelve. I ran my hands over the books and selected a corner where I could hide and read. The first book I settled on was by a man named William Faulkner, and the title was The Sound and the Fury. I'd never heard of him, but it looked fine. I opened the book, sat on the floor near a window that overlooked the circle and I heard a whisper. "We are each in our ordered place." Now would you believe that "each in its ordered place" is the last line of The Sound and the Fury? Twisted childhood memory or the ghost of Faulkner? See my blog www.beatitudesinneworleans.blogspot.com where I just posted one of my stories from the short story collection called "Each in its Ordered Place," in addition to excerpts from my book coming out in October. Best wishes...
Thanks again for the invite. I hope you like the book. The second in the series comes out in September (Blood Poison).
I've read and enjoyed a bunch of your posts. I wish I could get it together to be more involved in blogging, etc.
Keep in touch!
I don't dare go to an office supply store with a credit card. Even if I don't need a thing, even if I'm shopping with someone else, I'll walk out with a bag full of stuff. I have entire drawers in my desk (and one cabinet shelf) full of pens. What is it about pens?
Hi Angie. my "painting" is a Photoshop creation. Love photoshop. As for myself, and books that have kept me guessing to the end, I just finished a non-mystery (though it has mystery elements) an old book called BACK BAY by William Martin. This book kept me up allll night long. It involves several generations of people and a stolen tea service made by Paul Revere. Excellent book!