My Third Novel's Conclusion, My Heartbreak

My heart begins to break when I think about completing this particular book -- because this narrative has sustained me like no other story I've known. It's both more personal and more universal than my other works. But beyond memory and archetype, it's a cri-de-coeur about needing to become the person one is destined to be. And in the writing, I have met my own life's work, my own fated journey -- having the sense all the while that the pages are suffused with a resonance, an energy, an electrified field that defies explanation. Writers hope and pray to be overtaken by a work in this way -- to be conscripted into passionate service of a profound story. To experience it even once in a lifetime seems a great privilege. I still have perhaps six months before this novel is complete, and this constitutes my reprieve. Because I'm not ready for the beauty to end.

Monday, July 19, 2010

The Sorrows of Others

This cover comes to us from Becca Furcho -- a fascinating work, luminous and enigmatic, evoking Klimt for me, somehow.

Ms. Furcho writes,

Anna de la Senda wakes up every morning crying tears for the sorrows of others. This beautiful attribute shows what a compassionate, altruistic soul she possesses and illustrates how she holds her heart wide open for others.

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