Hey there! It’s time for Weekend Writing Warriors’ #8sentencesunday again!
I forgot to post last week. I had things mostly set up for Sunday morning. Then, Saturday night, I got the chance of some one-off, rush client work, and the flurry of communication and setting things up took over.
Still, I did get some things done. I now have a book description I’m happy with (not that I won’t adapt it later; but it works as a starter). Here it is, with feedback always welcomed from those who have traveled this path before me.
Yearning for delicious reading that scatters tiny treasures through your busy life? Add light shines; shadow falls to your collection and enter new realities today!
Five breathtaking bite-sized journeys into other realities. Ten autobiographical poems that sample author Shan Jeniah Burton’s life – from the child of volatile parents to the journey of married life, through joy and grief, and beyond, interwoven with five lyrical short stories that range from the fantastical to the almost-like-real-life-but-not-quite:
A woman, two hawks, and her child self…
A graffiti artist’s lilac-scented shame…
A life history told in stained glass…
A life-changing cup of coffee…
A most unusual engagement…
You’ll learn why red is a tricky color, follow the ongoing path of a marriage, and feel the deceptive power of the word, “Yes.”
Each story and poem is a treasure of imagery and sensory delights. Each explores light and shadow in its own unique way.
Savor them one at a time, or feast on them all in one sitting – the choice is all yours. Scroll up and treat yourself today!
In the end, the process wasn’t as hard as I made it out to be in my mind for all the months I resisted actually setting this process in motion. Next steps are to get that into my KDP account, then start making sure the book itself meets formatting requirements.
But before I do that, it’s time for the next installment of “Storm at Song Glass Cabin.” We left our narrator looking to a place above her worn couch and reminiscing…
Fecundity sprawls there, my legs thrown wide, my body hunching over the roiling pain-cloud. The midwife supports Sean as he pours from me. The doula holds a damp cloth to my forehead. Claude isn’t in this pane. My suffering was never important to him. Neither was anything I created. Not stained glass, unless it made money he could spend on lovers, and not the son who would cost money to raise.
Another branch cracks, close to the house.
“Storm at Song Glass Cabin” first appeared in Exploits of the Adirondacks, an anthology published by 518 Publishing Company.
It will be included in my upcoming first collection of short stories and poetry, light shines, shadow falls. Stay tuned for details as I wend my way through Amazon’s self-publishing maze. =)
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