I imagined I heard her heart beating, not my own. But as I let down my guard, the monsters jumped right back inside of me. God as my witness, I’ve never felt anything worse.
Then –- then it was quite an odd thing, and I don’t know if I was imagining this or if it really happened. It wasn’t the monsters, that much I did know. Perhaps it was love speaking, through that beating heart. I watched her lips move, and the voice I heard was hers, but it didn’t resonate from her lips. It was crisp and clear, in my ears, like a ventriloquist would sling a voice from one spot to the next.
“You must do something of consequence,” the voice said.
Sweetly – so sweetly did the words sound, and so lush, despite the directive that carried with it such absoluteness.
“I will,” I replied, not knowing how or where to begin, but using these two words to hold back the monsters. And it's true -- the monsters retreated. I now had strength and resolve.
(Flower for St. Therese, and in honor of "The Mango Kiss" and "The Mango Hug."
Photo courtesy Will Amante.)
To Reach The Green Light At The End Of The Pier
FOR AS LONG AS IT TAKES: "We are saving ourselves through the words," says Eleanor, the leading lady of a novel-in-progress. This exploration into the creative process -- which includes plenty of distractions/tangents /thoughts & rants by Eleanor, her Biographer, and selected guest artists -- will continue until Eleanor is certain her story is "right." (But we dare not jump ahead of ourselves.)
There will be the occasional typo (as Eleanor points out), and much of this is intended to be "original draft" -- what comes out of our mouths (heads) first, and then set down in that order. Not all of it will be included in the novel, but all of it is happening in real time.
ELEANOR says: "Please turn the page. Keep reading."
For more of Eleanor and her Biographer -- as well as the work of our many guest artists -- check out the older postings. "Everything is part of the process, and the process is the journey," Eleanor says.