Autumn is in full bloom in the Pacific Northwest, and everywhere I look is red, orange, and yellow. Some green is left here and there.
Today, I haven’t done a lot in terms of writing and editing, but I went for a two hours walk, and I painted the first pumpkin of the 2013 batch.
Waiting on the cover for Gaia, going through edits with Elios, and halfway through with Marie’s Journey as well. Crossing fingers, I might be able to publish three titles before the year ends.
From Elios:
“I have something to tell you.” I added two of the couches from the dorms to the cafeteria’s furniture and sat on the edge of the closest one to me.
Kam stood by the food counter, ready for seconds. “I’m listening.”
I tried to keep my eyes on his face. “I’m sorry for what I did last time.”
He turned toward me, his right hand in mid-air, palm up. “Well, I would be lying if I told you it didn’t affect me.”
Sweat formed on my forehead. “I know, and I’m truly sorry.”
He was back at the counter. “Why would you refuse a Share?”
I lowered my head and then forced myself to face him. “It’s a long story.”
Kam slowly looked around. “We have all the time in the universe here.”
Right. I opened my mouth to talk, but nothing came out. I cleared my throat twice before I was able to whisper, “I didn’t want to share with you that I have feelings for a human.”
Kam’s loaded tray disappeared from his hands. “What did you say?”
I cleared my voice a third time and then repeated, “I have feelings for a human.”
“You’re serious.” After a moment of hesitation, he went to sit on the coach opposite mine.
I waited a moment to confess the rest. I was feeling dizzy.
Kam’s expression changed. “Are you okay?”
“Why—?”
His eyes followed my body from feet to head and then back.
I looked at my hands and gasped. My astral projection was unfocused. It was more a ghost of my Earthly image than a proper solid projection.
Monica La Porta 