Letting Life Lead
Would you please answer three poll questions for me and help me see through this forest of woe? Salutations, readers! I am still plugging away at my novella trying to shut up the shoulder demon that tries to make me quit, and I could use some feedback. I am acutely aware that I have a hard time writing “hooks” and descriptions meant to sell myself and a book. Thanks!
Captivity. It dulled people like animals in a zoo of their own making. They lost themselves in the blind comfort within their familiar boundaries. She noticed and exploited this habitual unawareness common to people who drove to work without recalling the route, found themselves at a place dazed and lost for the reason they’d gone there, and fell deep into a monotony induced daydreams.
Inez’s sanguineous habits demanded a solitary life and shallow roots. She stuck by her rules: settle in, observe, feed, keep corpses to a minimum, and move on. The loneliness, however, always tormented and longing dogged her heels no matter how the years stretched or where she roamed. Weary, Inez broke the rules. She finds companions, love, and contentment, but the fevered dreams grow stronger — and then the physical pains and a new, vicious hunger grows unbearable. She abandons her life, returns to the place where her memories began, and finds unexpected allies and an old enemy.
Inez is tired of moving from place to place. She sticks by her rules: settle in, observe, feed, and move on. Except, a chance meeting compels her to try settling and to dare to reveal her secrets. When old memories resurface and the hunger grows unbearable, she abandons everything to return to the place she was born to find answers or to die trying.
The Literary (or Junk) Writings of Leslie Muzingo
Poetry, History, Mythology
The White Trash Hoe Experience
Learn to Live
Fiction, Nonfiction, and Poetry Journal
TinyPurpleMe: Part Two
Illustrated Short Stories
Essays and reviews on narrative in games and new media
My reflections of life in general.