The plot point

If life is art then this is a plot point in the story of my life. I sit here waiting for word about my manuscript while he days drag by. With my blog having exploded, leaving http://www.rumtoroots.com as a broken link, I concentrated on revising the novel. After several months, I am coming out once again. The book is almost finished and it is truly time to move to the next phase.

When I take a moment to ponder the past four years, I see that I have lived in a world populated by characters from my imagination, doing imaginary things in a universe that resembles our own, and yet, doesn’t exist. No wonder the feeling of loneliness arises. Linton, Daisy, and all the rest of them are animated for now. They come alive when I awaken in the morning, and sit down at my desk. But one day soon, they will be like insects suspended in a drop of amber, frozen in a transparent orb, to be observed, and admired. Or so I hope.

Reluctantly I have brought myself to start writing my next novel. All I’m willing to say about it is that it too is a story about both Jamaica and the United States, but in more recent times.

So I am glad to be back blogging once more.