Monday, September 27, 2010
Getting It Right
“M’ashkenai el folmendur,” she replied.
A line from an ancient poem, quoted by lovers through the ages. He kissed her again, not carelessly as he had done before, but fearfully, longingly, asking for her reply and receiving it back, drawing strength from her and giving her strength in return. He had been living under the sun for forty years, and had only just been born.
As I struggle to find my voice again, these are the passages that make the characters come alive. These are where the characters speak.
This is where I begin.