Thursday, January 20, 2011

Fabulous Yellow Roman Candles

I am enamored of Jack Kerouac, deceased, but in my mind, living and breathing, thirty-six, in the Maldives. He's sober and productive. I wrote him back to life in my latest novel, Perfect Birds.

"The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes 'Awww!'

Blogs, the best bloggers know..., are meant to be interactive. So, who are you going to write back to life? Who are you going to offer a second chance to? Inquiring minds (at least mine) want to know.

From novel #3, "They were tied up with birds and music. Songs, I guess." XXOO michele