Video four of a series of discussions of current events, Trump, narcissism, dictatorships and of course, my new political dystopian/women’s lit novel – In Our Bones.
In this video, bear with me as my son bangs on the wall upstairs (I have an indoor swing without enough clearance 🙂 ) I work from home and a mom and puppy mom, so there’s always something going on. But, I also hope you’ll appreciate insights into my novel, my life, and my takes on politics and what’s going on on with the world. I want to help you understand what’s going on, not just talk at you.
They stepped inside the building and she pressed her hand against the worn smooth surface. It was deliciously chill and she wanted to press her whole body against it. She thought of a millennium of people’s lives passing by. She closed her eyes to imagine the scene. Rachel could never imagine building to suit the climate, rather than the other way around.
To say I was a quirky kid would be an understatement. I preferred spending time with trees than people. Trees don’t yell or make you feel small. Trees shelter and protect, and that’s just what the little copse of bushy trees did for me as a kid. I would snuggle in the middle of their hollowed out area with a blanket and book and pretend as if nothing else existed. My early favorites were science-fiction and fantasy, but fairly quickly I moved onto more intense works of fiction, including dystopia.
My youngest child was just six and the thought of what life he’d have when he was my age haunted me. It was all too much. I was on overload, and I took to bed. I cried often and didn’t want my kids to see. I had a hard time interacting with them lest grief overtake me. I wasn’t eating or sleeping. Weeks passed with only marginal functionality on my part, and I knew I had to do something.