So seen as though I can’t hook a publisher or an agent to publish my two rhyming children’s picture books – at least not yet I haven’t been able to – I decided to narrate them and exhibit them on my YouTube channel.
The boy was kneeling in the mud, hands clasped, eyes shut. His lips were murmuring a plea for rain.
His father pulled him up by an ear.
As a writer, you spend so much time in your own world, creating other worlds that you alone can see.
I shook off the coating of snow from my shoulders, and blew into my hands.
There was a time when the Sun and the Moon were so close that they rose and set together.
The people who populated Young Earth looked up in delight at the amazing exhibition of two heavenly bodies, side by side.
What the people didn’t know was that their lives were on the verge of changing forever.
In a recent post I mentioned the importance of flowing with life, and finished off using the analogy of a barnacle. (A barnacle being an arthropod that clings to rocks, resisting the tide.) I remember reading a tale about a barnacle, but I can’t remember whereabouts I read it. I’m going to attempt to writeContinue reading “A Barnacle’s Tale (A Short Story)”