+ FULFILLING A #PROMISE +

When your mother is a devout Christian, and your father, a man who sometimes cheats death, and, when he was not able to, he was automatically put in charge of the last rites of the recently deceased persons as the village undertaker; then, you must be someone pretty special yourself!

It took....

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PLEASE NOTE THAT THIS BLOG POST IS NOT COMPLETE. I WILL CONTINUE TO ADD TO IT AND UPDATE THE CONTENT of THIS POST OVER TIME. This will give readers of this blog and post that are only just emerging, the opportunity to follow the narrative of this post as it develops. Much like the process of biological child birth, for me as a creative / writer, my literary work are my intellectual 'children' that first gestate in the embryonic womb of my subconscious awareness before they are poured through my fingers and deposited on the slate, grey 'gurney' of my computer's keyboard, and re-emerge on the computer screen as now, flashing, 'breathing' beings, as I, now, still fresh from the throes of 'child birth'; begin the often difficult/arduous task of  TELLING...  

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The Story Teller 

"Someone needs to tell these tales, the bits of overlapping narratives. there is magic in that. You may tell a tale that takes up residence in someone's soul, becomes part of their blood and self purpose. That tale will move them and drive them and who knows what they might do because of it, because of your words? That is your role! That is your GIFT!

                                                    FROM the BOOK: The Night Circus by Erin Morgenstern

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