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The Neighbours Lights.

When the lights had all gone out, my neighbour called.

I looked around my home and found two lightbulbs left. One was bright like the morning star, the other just a dim little one.

I took a candle and the bright one over with me, it would give the needed light into the modernly designed home. The little one would do for this small old cottage I dwelt in. For now.

We lit the candle as I entered, held hands to support each other and fumbling along we reached the place we thought was best to place it.

It lit up as expected and the light filtered well into other rooms if you kept the doors open.

In the new dawn just rising, I watched from my window as the incandescent light could now be replaced with mornings rays streaming down from heaven.

When night would come once more, my neighbour, now a friend, would be able to trace back along our steps and flick a switch to illuminate the dark should they miss the sign of nightfalls arrival. Occasionally they ask if I have another candle.

Sometimes I sit under the dim light, the little one, happy in my ramshackle space and yet desire too, to feel the familiar radiance I see now shining from my friends home.

They said I must come around one day. I see silhouettes cast by the bright light, moving about a lot and I don’t like to intrude.

So I wait; I know my friend is busy, seeing clearer now and filling rooms with even brighter lights! I also know they look out the window too sometimes when the moon is out late, and see the light of the little one, still shining.

IW

It’s Alive!

Linda’s beautiful story.. and MEAN insanely beautiful, is live on Amazon TODAY. 🙂 I would like to sincerely congratulate her and thank her for being awesome. Ladies, and of course gentleman.. this is one heck of a story with layer upon layer upon divine sensuous, real, human, mind-blowing layer. I LOVED reading it and I predict if it gets in the right hands.. it is a NY times best seller. And god only knows Linda deserves it to be.

My book–the one I’ve been saying I was going to publish for four years now (didn’t believe me, did you?)–is finally here!

It’s a story I spent months obsessing over, traveled for, went to outrageous lengths for–I sat in the Kingston Via Rail station, taking notes for the description of it; drove around the city looking for the perfect setting for the house in which the story takes place and then I parked my car there and walked halfway back to town to see what it would be like. I stayed in different lodgings – the university where my characters went to school, the house that inspired the one in the book, and a small motel near the train station. I even had a chance to interview a magician. I’ll be posting that interview soon.

But most of all I had a lot of fun writing The Magician’s Curse and…

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