Don't You (forget about me)

Simple Minds said it best.
And truthfully, I haven't forgotten you fans out there. I'm diligently writing, don't worry. The sequel to Caged Bird, titled Taking Flight, is 2/3 of the way finished. Seriously, the conclusion is all I have left, followed by some much needed edits. Seems simple now, but I know better. =)
CB took me 3-4 months to write. TF is getting close to that number, but at least I'm finishing the story - unlike other stories that I cringe to get reminder emails about!
So, please be patient. I haven't forgotten about you. I'm just trying to deliver a full story instead of waiting months (ahem, years) between installments.
I'll keep you guys posted!
Xo,
LA

Tidbits

Why the classics can still inspire is because their words are timeless.

On Batshit Crazy Muses and Poetry

Occasionally, you find something on Tumblr that makes your Muse go batshit crazy with happiness and gives you fuel to write 10+ pages in two days.

For me, it was one of Pablo Neruda's love poems. So without further ado...

I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.

Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.

Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day

I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.

I hunger for your sleek laugh,

your hands the color of a savage harvest,

hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails,

I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.

I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body,

the sovereign nose of your arrogant face,

I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes,

and I paced around hungry, sniffing the twilight,

hunting for you, for your hot heart,

like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue.

Pablo Neruda

Translated by Stephen Tapscott