It's not difficult to compose, but it's wonderfully difficult to let the superfluous notes fall under the table.
--Johannes Brahmes
I am right in the middle of writing a story of last evening's heroic events, involving our Fur Child, Maclovio the Chihuahua, a sluggish squirrel, a very steep and overgrown mountain slope, and me. Sadly, I must rush off to an appointment, so the tale will have to wait until tomorrow but rest assured, I have been madly composing and then throwing words under the table in your behalf, since before dawn. Stay tuned!
Commune of Women is a novel about six women, trapped together in a small room, who must use their slender resources to survive and prevail by sharing everything: their hope and fear; their food; and their life stories, which grow deeper, darker and more intimate as the days pass.
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