slipping into someone's skin

I've been kind of quiet lately. There have been some shifts in The Garden, and I've been enjoying working on the story now that the characters have come alive for me. This is what always takes me so long on a brand new novel--learning to feel the characters so I can immediately slip into their skins when I write the scenes.

So now I have my Guillermo, a man who only wants to be valued for who he is, but he is drowning in memories not his own.

And Diago is a man who will not cry, who believes his bitter heart can never love again.

As I write their story, I have a line from one of Federico García Lorca's poems run through my head. It's from "Romance sonámbulo:"

Pero yo ya no soy yo ... / But I am no longer I ...

I am no longer I.

I am not myself.

My true self.

Listen:

You can still register to win one signed ARC of my novel Miserere: An Autumn Tale at Goodreads, but you have to hurry.

Next weekend (June 3-5) I will be hanging out at ConCarolinas in Charlotte, NC as a fan. It looks like they've got a super convention planned, so if you're in the area, stop by and check it out. If you see me, say hi, I'd love to meet you.

That's it for now.

Be safe and have a happy Memorial Day weekend.