His magic is his mind
Like a beautiful garden
A fragrant intoxicant
A sensual arrangement
Of colorful fantasy
Of textured thoughts
A place to immerse myself
To forget there is anything beyond him
When I am with him
I believe I can be
Before him life was empty
Barren as the crabapple out back
A parade of blossomless springs
And I know
Gardens like him have thorns
Yet I go to him gloveless
Opening my hand
Eager as an addict for a needle
Before a book is accepted for publication I have a working title, but for one reason or another those titles often don’t make it to the cover of the final product. My working title for Blind Heat was The Mesmerist’s Tale.
Before I start writing a novel, I often start writing a journal from a a character’s viewpoint. The above poem was an excerpt from Allie’s journal (heroine from Blind Heat). I guess every author has a different way to get in character. I must have at least a dozen. The character journals are my favorites.
Hugs and prayers to everyone getting hammered by Isaac.