Defining a Book
“And are you writing anything?” they ask brightly.
“Fantastic! What is it about?”
…And what do I say? …
My story is:
a chaotic muddle that makes no sense?
a powerful tapestry of words that twist your heart?
an unending passage through a dry and barren land?
OR perhaps, just perhaps, it’s a captivating tale…
It’s hard work, writing a book. It’s even harder trying to define it.
So, this is what I tell them:
“I’m working on a retelling of The Twelve Dancing Princesses. It’s called Ghostly Melodies and is set in the present day, in Beverly Hills. It’s about music, family and the price of fame. It will be available late 2018.”
And instead of trying to describe this work in more detail, I’m going to share the first few paragraphs. I hope you enjoy.
P.S. You can download Alice, the prequel of Ghostly Melodies FREE here.
Chapter One: Riccardo King Sells His Soul
At night the desert felt cold, but during the day it was like walking in an oven.
Aunt Carlotta’s ghost scolded him. “Foolish boy! You should be like a wild animal. Hide from the sun. Night is the time for movement, not the day.” She added sadly, “Unless you wish to die. Like me.”
Carlotta’s old, too frail frame had been unable to keep up the pace, so she lay down and never got up. Riccardo had felt guilty for leaving her, but what choice did he have? If he had stayed beside her, he also would have died. So he left her there, curled up as a corpse on the desert sand and continued on.
Evidently Carlotta had not appreciated this, because after she died, her ghost arose and followed. Now she trailed beside Riccardo as a small, scolding presence. Sometimes he was grateful for her company, but mostly he wished she’d be quiet. He needed his energy to keep moving one foot in front of another.
“Is not as though I had a choice, Auntie,” he said out loud.
Ernesto, in front of him in the line, paused. His hand flickered. Silence!
Riccardo shut his mouth, but continued the argument in his head. They walk so fast. If I do not keep up with them, I will be left behind. Is that what you want, Auntie? Me to die too?
Carlotta fell silent and Riccardo smirked. Ha! He had bested her! Of all his family, he, Riccardo King, had finally won an argument with Aunt Carlotta. Of course, she was dead, but even so…
~To Be Continued ~