It came as somewhat of a shock. Things like bushes and shrubs die if not cared for properly. This farm boy really knew better, but the novels became a priority during the past 5 years. When the snow melted this Spring, I felt ashamed.
Dead rhododendrons and bushes I planted with pride around the pond. And a glance in the pond, now home to rotting leaves and a family of ducks, looking back at me with concern.
I have a great start on the next novel. I wrote every day while in Key West. Those who have grown to be fond of Machete Juarez are going to be thrilled.
THEY CALL ME MACHETE opens with a 7-year-old Marco Juarez living in the ghettos of Mexico City with his mother, Lilliana. His mother is a prostitute. Life is hard and tragic. Watching Marco grow and learning how he earned the name Machete makes him even more precious; we understand his mistakes and we forgive him.
I am taking a bit of a break from writing for a little while. The yard and pond are demanding attention this year. I’ll be back to writing, soon enough.
And, I’ll be thinking while working out there.