SUNSET NUMBER ONE:
Taken by me off the dock of my family's cabin on San Juan Island a few summers ago. It speaks to me of home. I love the black of the land juxiposed against the colors of the sky.
6:30am and 74 degrees.
Millhousethecat has posted a review of LOTTERY on her blog THE LITTER BOX (which I think is a totally cool name for a blog!).
As an author it is hard to see plot elements being revealed but I know it is inevitable. She was gracious enough not to include spoilers for which I am profoundly grateful.
I try not to be traumatized or micromanaging when someone wishes to do an interview or review but it is hard not to feel misunderstood! Try and think what I am going through now.
LOTTERY is out of my hands. I have no control over what readers or reviewers think or say.
I am reminded of sunsets...
SUNSET NUMBER TWO
Taken in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. The summer I finished my first novel. The year I finally admitted I was over 50. The time I was comfortable with only my thoughts for company.
SUNSET NUMBER THREE:
A wild night. Our boat was tossing. We had 12 people aboard and Christmas lights spread from bow to aft. I was on edge. Waiting until we turn for home. Anxious to have ORION back safely moored.
SUNSET NUMBER FOUR:
Maybe you don't like my sunsets at all. Maybe you would prefer one from Dr. Ian's photo collection. It is brilliant, yes?
My eyes have to squint when I look at it but it takes me back to that place. That time. The ringing smacks of his son's feet on the concrete pavement as he flitted back and forth behind us.
So which sunset is best? Can you choose?
How would you describe them?
Would you remark on the colors? The composition? The photographic technique?
Or are you more interested in the story behind them? Where they were taken and by whom.
It is just like a novel.
You read it. You love it. Or you are unmoved.
"I much prefer deeper oranges and a bit of rose in my sunsets," you say.
Your friend disagrees.
"I love the way the clouds obscure the sun," he insists. "It is so subtle."
They are clouds.
They are sunsets.
How do you review them?
How do you critique them?
This is how I must think, now.
This is how I must think...
And evidently I think today like my friend
MARTHAOCONNORauthor of BITCH POSSE