Refuge
It’s Friday night and poetically enough, it’s raining. The street below my window is quite, as is often the case when it rains. The gagle of homeless men who frequent my street have gone. Probably to the shelter a few blocks from here.
Refuge.
We could all use a little.
The kids went out. Josh and Haley to hang out with friends. Katie to Puerto Rico for Spring Break. So tonight, I’m getting a little peace. A little refuge.
I wrote a little earlier. So far I’ve got 310 pages of a novel that I’m still not sure of. Corinthian’s story is tough to nail. Sometimes, like the homeless men I pass on the street, it’s hard to see myself in her shoes. She’s dead, the story goes. And I’m writing the story in her voice, from the time she’s murder until she finds redemption. Refuge.
Corinthian could use some.
For the record, Come Sunday is my third novel. And for so many reasons, it has been harder to write than the others. There is so much pain, so much heartache. Corinthian, a 19 year old heroine addict, left a lot in her wake. She touched the world in ways she’s only know beginning to understand. Even I, as her guardian angel, don’t always understand. That’s what first drafts are for.
With any luck, I will finish in a few days. I will give Corinthian the refuge she’s looking for. And then maybe, I will find some for myself.
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Tags: addiction, Come Sunday, Corinthian, death, heartache, heroine, mourning, rain, relief, Spring Break
In a message dated 8/20/2008 7:22:01 AM Pacific Daylight Time, Sativa2187 writes:
This is a note I sent to a white guy who told me to vote McCain
Let them put the sentiments below in our History Books. I will be voting for Obama, thank you! White men have done enough to damage this country!
If people knew that American History was a fairy tail then they wouldn’t say that we whine about nothing. The first slaves here were Irish and German but were not able to do anything constructive; most had been in jail for one thing or another and didn’t have the knowledge of the Africans who came from a free country.
In 1753, Benjamin Franklin complained that English and German jails are being emptied in America is an insult and a contempt, the cruelest that ever one people offered another.” He threatened to send King George a cargo of rattlesnakes in return.
The Virginia Gazette, May 34, 1751, says “When we see our papers filled continually with accounts if the most audacious Robberies, the most cruel Murders and other infinite villainies perpetrated by the convicts transported from Europe, what melancholy and what terrible Reflection must it occasion… These are some of thy Favours, Britain. Thou are called the Mother Country; but what good Mothers ever sent thieves and villains to accompany her children; to corrupt them with infectious vices and to murder the rest!
Chief Justice Stokes of the Colony of Georgia wrote, ” The Southern colonies are overrun with a swarm of men from the eastern parts if Virginia and North Carolina, distinguished by the name of Crackers. Many of these people are descended from convicts that were transported from Great Britain to Virginia at different times and inherited so much profligacy from their ancestors that they are the most abandoned set of men on Earth.”
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