The day has finally arrived when CHAIN LINKED will be let loose on the world. It’s been a long journey to publication, almost nine years of hard work and perseverance. I weathered countless rejections and cynics, took workshops, and classes, and just sat down and wrote. It’s a constant battle to pluck the prose from the depths and to plaster it on to the page, but as a writer I am compelled to do so. I’ve had many cheerleaders, readers, and mentors along the way who propelled me onward and I want to thank them from the bottom of my heart.
I hope you enjoy the book, that it makes you smile, that it transports you to a place that is familiar or unknown, and that it makes you feel something.
And with that I offer to you a dream come true, CHAIN LINKED STORIES…
6.19.18- Chain Linked Stories (Post Hill Press/ Simon & Schuster)
It was just after sunset and the sky was a pinky orange sliver. The warm Santa Ana’s blew a hot breeze at the palm trees which swayed energetically. The pink balloons on the mailbox tried to break free from their tethered prison. Emily could still hear the chatter from the party and the clinking of silverware even as she got closer to her car. The neighborhood had a relaxed calmness despite the parties muffled chaos. It was nice to hear it from afar. Emily reached her Volvo, which was dusty and covered with leaves from the strong winds. She wiped her hands along the hood clearing out a spot to lean up against. She turned to face the house to watch the bustling party in the large Bay window. It was dark now, so the lights from inside illuminated the guests going about their regular party business. The need to cry had dissipated and she could appreciate it with more clarity from this safe distance, from atop her trusty Volvo.