While the third book is in the hands of my trusted editor, I am finally catching up on some reading. I was delighted to find that my first two choices of books were both great reads. Last week I read Billy Purgatory: I am the Devil Bird by Jesse James Freeman, and today I finished The Prodigal’s Foole by R.B. Wood. Both of these books I found were first rate reads. My review of Billy Purgatory is already on The Keya Quests Blog, and I will be posting my review on The Prodigal’s Foole shortly.
I’m not sure what I’m reading next, I have several to choose from. I hope the good fortune I had with the first two continues through the rest. I am fortunate to have met so many excellent writers, my only regret is there is not enough time to read it all. Perhaps Preying Angels by Jeff Davis will be next, I seem to be moving from vampires, time zombies, Greek gods, demons, to angels. It sounds like a perfect transition.
Happy St. Patty’s Day all! I hope everyone has a happy and safe celebration. I have been enjoying corned beef and cabbage all week in preparation for today. I have no plans to go out and party. I think tonight, I will savoir a quiet evening of reading, and raise a pint of guinness in memory of an old friend. Slainte!
I was never heavy into poetry. My Grandmother wrote poetry. I still have copies of many of her poems. I’ve enjoyed reading them over the years. They came from her heart. Outside of her work, the poem that has always haunted me is by Robert Frost: Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening. The last four lines have stayed with me always.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
I have traveled many miles in this lifetime. There are days such as today when the lure of the sleep is haunting. When I was eighteen, a stranger walked up to me and begged forgiveness for the intrusion. They addressed me as “old man” They went on to say they have never before stood before a soul as old as mine. They stated they felt sorry because my soul has grown tired of the journey. It longs for a rest. They hoped I would find the peace I sought, and then they walked away. I have never been into re-incarnation as such, but a similar incident occurred a few years later. I was again greeted as “old man”. Take it for what it’s worth but for tonight the allure of the sleep is strong. I feel it call my name.
With the dawn of a new day tomorrow, I will take a deep breath and see what the tides have drifted ashore…