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I.ve written all my life. At four, I produced my first .book.. Five pages long, written, illustrated, and sewn together by me, I called it THE RED PONY. How was I to know Steinbeck got there first? Then came a long long loooong break during which I did anything and everything but write. Looking back, I now see that .break. as the life I needed to live in order to be the writer I hoped I could be. I'm not that writer. But there's still time and I still keep trying.
To do anything well takes hard work. Sometimes that hard work doesn.t look like work at all. It looks like living one step at a time. My steps took me through all those vital, varied, and scary adventures that culminated in finally sitting the heck down.and writing. It's the sitting down that makes a writer.
I used to live in Marin County. I used to live in New York City. I used to live in Europe. I used to live in Vermont. Now I travel and while I travel I write. Intending to complete a trilogy on the Divine Feminine, I've just published the second in the series that began with THE SECRET MAGDALENE.
FLOW DOWN LIKE SILVER...is a novel about the numinous and gifted Hypatia of Alexandria, a tragically ignored woman of towering intellect who searched through intellect for what the Magdalene knew.
A few months after sending my Magdalene out into the world, I realized she and I were not done with each other. I'd merely presented the prelude to her story by concentrating on her role in the life and death of Jesus. When he died, the Magdalene was still a young woman. Where did she go? Who did she meet? What happened to her? Surely a being as vital as she would not stop living the kind of life a seeker lives? Therefore the third and last book on the Divine Feminine, THE WOMAN WHO KNEW THE ALL, is a novel of the Magdalene after Jesus. In this third book, Mary Magdalene comes fully into her own as a woman and as an enlightened being.
But before I finish this last book about Mary Magdalene, I've taken a huge left turn—you might even call it a "bend sinister"—into the murky half light of horror. The strange tale of HOUDINI HEART has been sneaking about in my psyche for years. And now? Now it has stepped out into what might be the real world, and then again, might not.