Timing – is everything.
It’s vacation time! For the next two weeks I’m replacing words with sun, sea and a cocktail (or seven!):
“See” you when I get back. I’ve packed ideas for my new novel People Like Us in with my swimsuit, so I guess I’m not really leaving words behind … hope to have something to share with you when I get back!
“My word. My word for the year Tash’ died was – last.” ~ Elliott, People Like Us.
And so it begins again …
… This name that was mine from the beginning.
In every beginning an ending is written.
It is one of the very first things I told you. When I would lie naked in your arms, spinning my stories. The mind of a poet, and the body of a goddess, you once said against my chest – and I wrapped this description like a gift. It was rare for you to be so gracious with your definitions, Mack.
I did not know that it would end like this.
(It was so easy to name you. I knew him. And then I met you. The recognition was instant.
And you never, ever did send me roses. Just like I forgot to keep my head.)