Hey there! It’s time for Weekend Writing Warriors’ #8sentencesunday!
So, it’s been a while, again!
This time, it was disruption to routine. Dog sitting for a friend, a new co-working space, a bitter cold snap, a burst pipe, and my late husband’s birthday…
But I’m back now. And I want to make this a habit, so, rather than digging into personal things, let’s just dive into the story, okay?
I haven’t done anything further on the formatting. I’ve been a bit overwhelmed, so I’ve decided to cut back my goals for at least the near future and finish some things before beginning others. I feel saner that way. Plus, when I do get to the formatting, I should be able to give it a lot more attention.
Here’s the description for light shines; shadow falls short story/poetry collection (subject to tweaking in the coming weeks):
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 lives. 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!
And now it’s time for the next installment of “Storm at Song Glass Cabin.” Last week, our narrator was remembering her husband’s betrayal as she studied another piece of her life history in a stained glass pane, as her son asked if she could hear him…
We’ll pick up from there.
I can’t give Sean the answer he craves. Not then, and not now.
Lightning forks, sizzling into the ancient willow, throwing an instant’s brightness on Wisdom’s abstract golds and dark purples. Books, leaves, and bits of glass. The content of my world, with a sleeping little-boy Sean in the middle of it all.
“Mom, I’m not ready!”
He is the voice of the storm, luring me out from Song Glass Cabin, back to the place of machines, medicines, and pain.
He is a man, but he hasn’t grown enough to know when the battle can’t be won.
Shan Jeniah's Lovely Chaos 
The pain, the shocks she must have gone through….
And most of us, if we live long enough…..
You have a wonderful way of describing a situation. The images are fantastic. Welcome back.
Thank you, Diane! This character’s vision was fascinating once she began to show it to me.
Love the descriptives. Great job.
Thank you, Jeff – and nice to meet you! =)
Interesting snippet. I remember how much I loved your imagery when you were posting from this piece before – really evocative.
Hey there, Veronica!
This character’s vision was very vivid – like stained glass on a sunny day.