And this is what you eventually make with lemons and lemonades. Or, at least, this is what I made with yesterday’s drawing.
Still under the weather. Last week flu has progressed into a long-lasting cold. Outside the window, fall is in full swing, leaves have found their final resting places on the ground, and the oranges, yellows, and reds have relocated with them. Still, lots of green left standing and with them my hope the universe will re-align itself for my sake.
From X, Julius decides to take a shortcut through one of Cartaghena’s most talked-about neighborhoods:
Before some of the buildings—the more colorful ones—elaborated signs waved from their poles, some of them sporting cut-outs figurines self-explanatory of the kind of services offered by the establishment. Others were just paintings. Allegra saw a cute rendition of an embraced couple and blushed, her eyes went to the curtained windows and she wondered what happened behind them.
“I was never there. I was told great things about the owner though,” Julius commented.
She opened her mouth, but words failed her and couldn’t help to turn to take a look at him.
He arched his brow, lips turned up in a smile. “You were dying to ask me that.”
“Was not.” She faced the street again.
“I told you I was with a friend.”
“She wouldn’t have been happy if I had gone visiting those places.”
“Oh, that kind of friend.” She wondered—and not in kind terms—about that unknown girl who had been free to visit such a neighborhood. At night and with a boy.
“She used to live… right there.” He moved her to face a small cottage on the far left.
“Charming.” She knew Julius was a few years older than her, but she didn’t like he had much more experience. Especially if the way he had obtained such experience hadn’t had anything to do with her. She tried to rationalize her emotions with the fact that guide and guided shared a special bond, but her voice had betrayed something different and she hated it.
“Lucilla’s dad was a renowned painter and her mom was his favorite model. Maybe you saw some of his portraits—” Julius kept her looking at the cottage.
Awful name. “Highly doubt so.” She moved and for a moment they lost contact. Sometimes, she did that on purpose. She wasn’t sure this time whose eyes she was blinding.
Autumn is here and so are pumpkins in every color and shape.
What I had in the pantry:
4 Cups of diced pumpkin
2 Apples, peeled and diced
A quarter cup of extra virgin coconut oil
1 small piece of vanilla bean
How I made the pumpkin dessert:
I just put all in the ingredients in a pan and let them cook until both pumpkin and apples were soft. Fast, sweet and delicious!
I had a busy morning which transitioned into a busy afternoon without stopping for lunch. Thankfully, I have friends with renewed cooking skills. None of what I just mentioned has anything to do with the image I’m going to post below. I just like writing. That’s all.
I was invited to participate in “The Next Big Thing” blog tag by the lovely Julia Hughes, author of the bestseller A Ripple in Time, among many other fabulous books.
The City of Men : Fourth Book in a Trilogy
What is the working title of your book?
At the moment, I’m working on several projects, but the one I’d like to finish first is The City of Men. It’s book 1.5 in The Ginecean Chronicles. The events narrated in this story take place between The Priest and Pax in the Land of Women. Same world, same social turmoil, different point of view.
Where did the idea come from for the book?
The Ginecean Chronicles started as a trilogy, but Ginecean society is rather complex and it occurred to me that I wrote the story by the point of view of a semental in The Priest, a pure breed in Pax in the Land of Women, a different kind of semental in Prince of War, and I was missing the point of view of a fathered woman. The City of Men is the story behind the story narrated by a young fathered woman, who ends up far away from the safety of the Institute where she was born and raised.
What genre does your book fall under?
The City of Men is a dystopian/science fiction/action love story.
Which actors would you choose to play your characters in a movie rendition?
Leading actress for the role of Marie (I might change her name) would be Saoirse Ronan.
Leading actor for the role of Grant (I might change his name as well) would be Drew Van Acker.
What is the one-sentence synopsis of your book?
Society rules can’t restrain our hearts.
Will your book be self-published or represented by an agency?
The City of Men, following the other three in The Ginecean Chronicles will be self-published. The topics I discuss in my stories are still considered taboo and I like the freedom to express myself without censorship.
How long did it take you to write the first draft of your manuscript?
I’m still writing the first draft. Working on several projects and trying to market already published books can be quite draining. I’m trying to better organize my time. Thankfully, November is around the corner and I’ll take advantage of Nanowrimo to finish writing the story.
What other books would you compare this story to within your genre?
I have no ready answer for this question.
Who or What inspired you to write this book?
Amor Vincit Omnia. The whole Ginecean series was inspired by the realization that society rules are arbitrary and transitory. What is seen as proper now wasn’t one hundred years ago. In my worlds, love always wins, despite color/religion/gender differences. Maybe, one day, hopefully soon, we won’t need organizations like It Gets Better to help bullied kids.
What else about your book might pique the reader’s interest?
The City of Men is set in an alternate Earth, Ginecea, where women rose to power in the far past and as a result they now rule over a race of enslaved men. On Ginecea, heterosexual love is deemed as sinful and impure. Pure breed women only give birth to girls and are attended exclusively by a lesser race of women called ‘fathered.’ If you like gender-benders, what-ifs scenarios, and overall to look at things from a different point of view, then, maybe, my Ginecean series could be for you.
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Thank you, again, Julia, for tagging me. It has been fun answering the questions. As usual, writing about my stories is the most difficult thing. Ask me about my beagle and I’ll go on for hours. I’ll even add a pic or two. But if I have to explain why anybody should read my books, I stare unblinkingly at the windows, hoping the glass panels would give me some brilliant answer.
But enough about me. Without further ado, those are my two talented nominees, who will delight you with their insights next week:
Sidetracked by life, I started on my Monday drawing later than usual. Rainy season is finally here and with a vengeance, but as usual, although I often look outside my windows, I rarely see what lies beyond the glass panel.