A serial writer’s notebook ~ from the pen behind Lore of the Underlings, an episodic epic…
In this week’s Lore, a teen girl’s diary, her book of secrets, has found its way into evidence as Exhibit A of an epic trial. Even worse, the heartless magistrate has ordered she read it aloud in court.
Only the bravery of her sister saves her the brunt of his iron fist and blunts the blades, her book’s leaves of grass, from cutting…
Xoxo and Qoqo traded looks. The older Yo girl snatched the book of secrets. Then she faced the music.
“It’ll be okay sis. I’ve got this.”
Qoqo fanned the leaves of grass and found a passage three dawns past. In fact, it opened on its own.
She blushed to be in Xoxo’s head. “Forgive me my sister,” she said. Then she read…
“Sunnyday, Lune 21st ~ Good morning, dear diary! It’s finally here. Eve’s eve. Can you even believe it…”
Perhaps not what Walt Whitman had in mind.
[Photo by my friend Michael Leacher: A field in the wilds of Maine]