An earlier scroll. I think the script is half uncial in the style of the Lindisfarne Gospels but I'm not a calligrapher so I can't swear to it.
Marcus Tullius Cicero ( 106-43 B.C.) the Roman statesman, orator and author is reported to have said, "If you have a garden and a library, you have everything you need."
My houseplants sulk on window sills, roots curled like impatient fingers in their pots, their leaves flattened against window panes like children watching rain.
I'm certain this can't be original, but if one writes about sexy zombies should it be called rotica?
Feedback: We wants it. We craves it continually. Preciousss. I sometimes wish we had a different word for it. Because of my country childhood, the term makes me think of a horse barfing up his oats.
Publishing's Official Nice Guy, Nathan Bransford, asked yesterday Do You Own Your Characters or Do Your Characters Own You?
(I'm fond of Nathan because he requested a partial from me once. A request based, I'm sure, solely on the fact that the zombie-revenant in the opening pages is also named Nathan and he was curious.)
I'm always a little leery of Frankenstein/Pygmalian explanations for those times when a story careens off its intended track and one is left wondering from where that particular impulse came. I prefer to blame my sub-conscious and its peculiar logic -- but then, I'm so mundane I don't hear voices in my head either -- but a lot of writers blame their characters for taking over.
I wonder if they mean it literally or are indulging in a form of prosopopoeia or a hyperbolic conceit.
What is your take on the subject?