As an author, historian and inveterate insomniac, my passion for writing the past, present and future is seldom satiated. Like many writers I am practically married to my laptop. Painted Skies was my first published fictional piece. Nova still lives in my head and heart. In the future I hope to write a continuation of her story - Watch for Mountain Thunder in 2026.
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When from a long distant past nothing persists, after the people are dead,
after things are broken and scattered, still alone, more persistent, more faithful, the smell and taste of things remain poised a long, long time like souls, ready to remind us, waiting, hoping for their moment amid the ruins of all the rest, and bear unfaltering
in the tiny, almost impalpable drop of their essence, the vast structure of recollection.
~Marcel Proust
Remembrance of Things Past
after things are broken and scattered, still alone, more persistent, more faithful, the smell and taste of things remain poised a long, long time like souls, ready to remind us, waiting, hoping for their moment amid the ruins of all the rest, and bear unfaltering
in the tiny, almost impalpable drop of their essence, the vast structure of recollection.
~Marcel Proust
Remembrance of Things Past