Monday, July 19, 2010

Wanted: Readers for Heritage Fields

I think it is time to get some committed readers together to read the entirety of Heritage Fields. I've posted material piecemeal here, but the completed work needs a thorough read by eyes other than mine.

I am not talking about copy editing. I mean content. Does the plot make sense? Are the character motivations clear? Those are the questions that must be asked. Because without that, the book won't sell well.

The challenge of course is who has the time? In many writing groups you may read a few pages of each other's work but that's about it. Don't get me wrong, it's great feedback but I need something more.

So I will offer bribes in the form of wine, desserts and anything else legal I can think of for people to read the manuscript front-to-back while sipping coffee in their free time. Maybe I should have a dinner party to get things started.

You will also be in the acknowledgements when the book gets published.

Flame and Bone

When I was made from fire
Poured into the tender vessel of caution
That keeps my smoke from rising
Quickly did I discover that apart from crisp drizzles or falling snow
The world chilled my touched
Walking the narrow cornered gap between girders and cut stone
One learns to tuck his shoulders in or risk
Jostling a neighbor passing by rapt with want
For a clear path without the distraction
Of another man's boiling eyes
The tip of a finger
That oldest of all weapons
Grown deadlier and pristine in its invention
Gathers a mote of a cinder on its bare flesh
And turns pondering how best to scratch the impious itch
Prying open the tender seam
Where the oil of thought dews
Offering a new wick to ignite
Squirming alive as a salamander of mischief
That yearns for a taste of air it is so ready to devour
The steam of breath betrays me
Before the glint of orange spreads
In popping bright waves
Eroding the fibers feeding it
Leaving naught but ash
As my shell of quietude falls away