I just finished the final revisions on The Demoness of Waking Dreams, book #2 in the ‘Company of Angels’ series and sent the completed manuscript in yesterday to my editor. The book will be released in September. I’m so excited about this book – I put a lot into it and I hope readers will enjoy it!
Still walking around feeling a bit stunned and at a loss for words – I feel like all the words I had got sucked into that novel.
While I regenerate, here’s a poem by American poet Theodore Roethke (1908-1963) that has been on my mind lately. Along with a picture of an eye that could belong to Luciana (the star of book #2 – you might remember her from book #1). I love Luciana – she’s such a bad girl and so much fun to write.
I meet my shadow in the deepening shade;
I hear my echo in the echoing wood–
A lord of nature weeping to a tree,
I live between the heron and the wren,
Beasts of the hill and serpents of the den.
What’s madness but nobility of soul
At odds with circumstance? The day’s on fire!
I know the purity of pure despair,
My shadow pinned against a sweating wall,
That place among the rocks–is it a cave,
Or winding path? The edge is what I have.
A steady storm of correspondences!
A night flowing with birds, a ragged moon,
And in broad day the midnight come again!
A man goes far to find out what he is–
Death of the self in a long, tearless night,
All natural shapes blazing unnatural light.
Dark,dark my light, and darker my desire.
My soul, like some heat-maddened summer fly,
Keeps buzzing at the sill. Which I is I?
A fallen man, I climb out of my fear.
The mind enters itself, and God the mind,
And one is One, free in the tearing wind.
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