Suspended

Below the green white surges of the sea, the mermaid trails her fingers through the crystal waters, giving off bubbles like sparks. The delicate silvery bubbles amuse her; they cling to her skin and shimmer against her silver tail like sequins. She finds herself spinning around and through the waters, creating ever larger streams of bubbles that she plunges through for more decoration.

Her laugh is the silver sound of bells, hung from a red ribbon in a doorway. Her movements are not swimming nor dancing, but an effortless floating ripple, motion like sunbeams pouring through the waves.

No reason exists for such happiness. It simply is. Without time, without care, the mermaid weaves her bubbled tapestry of joy.

More of I Am Good, and They Are Also Good

I was struck by this passage while reading last night, thinking, Yes, this is what I believe and how I like to live:

"Never begrudge another man his success, sonny.
Remember, all of us live out our own destinies.
All our lives run on a parallel path-
someone else's success neither pulls us down,
nor does his failure boost us up.

You just focus on... your own work."

p46, If Today Be Sweet, Thrity Umrigar

What Inspiration!

According to Robin Sloan, world traveler and creator of cutting edge fiction, he just received a tweet that his new book is done printing and ready for shipping to customers.

Using his online connections as a distribution base, Sloan was able to bypass a more traditional publishing route. Posting his writing project on Kickstarter.com yielded Sloan more than $13,000 in advance sales from committed backers.

Reminds me of the patrons and salons of the literary past.

Personally, I cannot wait to get my copies of this fresh book and see the results of a fascinating, new approach!

Author Goldberry Long

Sitting in Starbucks, working and grooving to the catchy ever present tunes.

I just met Goldberry Long, author of Juniper Tree Burning. She's a lovely person, glowing with energy and intent on her writing. We chat about growing up eighties and wearing designer jeans.

I leave her alone and turn to my own work as I can tell that she is trying to sink into writing mode. She has that slightly anxious air of the writer who needs to tune into her deeper self.

I wonder if I will run into her again. Will we become friends? I have a growing collection of books signed by their authors and an even more vibrant collection of friends who write.

I think I'll buy her book. It promises to be lyric and moving. Maybe she will sign it for me.