This New Years we were in Nassau in The Bahamas where the Junkaroo street parade begins on New Years Day about 2 a.m. and beats on until noon. Wafted with weed and eating conch fritters, Maurizio and I watched huge golden bird costumes go by, various mythical figures, feathered creatures, spectacular tribal dancers, and this figure I can’t get out of my mind. Dream image? Muse? The Other Side? I even had her very briefly as my Facebook self until a friend said no, no, no, too scary. Anyway, in my more prosaic life, I’m hard at work on my next novel, set in the 12th Century. I’m on the third chapter, tough going. I’d like the magic powers of Winged Woman to slice through all troubles but alas, writing doesn’t always go that way.
Pamela Schoenewaldt, historical novels of immigration and the search for self in new worlds: WHEN WE WERE STRANGERS, SWIMMING IN THE MOON, and UNDER THE SAME BLUE SKY (all HarperCollins).
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