We walked the beach at sunset with the sky afire and the darkening waves cool around our feet. The warmth of your hand in mine left my heart aflutter and a smile on my face. With miles behind us, and forever ahead, I never wanted to stop moving.
You found a shell glowing in the gloaming light and as you pressed it into my palm, your damp hands closed around mine. Sand and saltwater sealed us together in that touch.
“Keep it safe,” you said softly, referring to more than the small shell in my hands. I nodded and kissed you on the lips, hard and deep.
That day left iridescent swirls upon my heart that will never heal.
Angels will save us. I know it will happen. The heavens will open and the angels will spread their beautiful wings and swoop down to this scorched earth we call home. Their wings will leave blazing trails of light behind them, lighting the sky with one final brilliant flash. They will enfold us in their loving arms, our weary heads resting upon their shoulders, and with beating wings they will take us away from this place.
The angels will save us. They will come. I believe.
Today, I raise my glass to my childhood hero, Sir Terry Pratchett. Discworld, and his incredibly flawed, interesting, quirky, wonderful characters accompanied me through middle and high school and into my adult years. They taught me how to be human. They still teach me how to be human.
I can’t even begin to put into words what his books mean to me, so I won’t even try. His books are a gift. He was a gift. And so, on this day, I toast to you, Sir Terry. God speed on your new adventure. You are missed.
I never thought I’d be someone who entered competitions to get my novel out there, but a couple weeks ago, that’s exactly what I did. I entered Pitch Madness, a competition where you submit a 35 word pitch and the first 250 words of your manuscript. Of the more than 900 submissions, only 68 were chosen to be shown to agents. I didn’t make the cut, but it was so much fun to enter!
There’s another competition tomorrow called PitMad. This one takes place on Twitter and you have 140 characters to pitch your novel. If an agent likes it, you can query them. Another long-shot (but what querying isn’t?), but it’ll be entertaining at the very least!
I guess that’s the thing with competitions. If you’re not having fun, what’s the point?
This novel is stunning. It’s about the creation of time by a human man and the consequences his discovery has for future generations. There are three plot lines that weave together beautifully in the end and left me crying from their poignancy. Every once in a while, it’s good to be reminded to make each day you have on this earth count and that it’s never too late to be better. There are gentle religious overtones, but the writing is never preachy. I highly recommend this novel.