Keying In

A few weeks ago (feels like a year ago) I'd walked away from a novel I'd been writing. Yesterday—tentatively, briefly—I returned. Opened the folder on my desktop and fell in among characters and landscapes, inventions and technologies I'd forsaken, not forgotten. Odd, to return to your own imaginary places. To draw the maps, again, reconstruct the crosswalks and timelines you'd been holding in your head.

I'd left Katherine sitting among strangers.

I'd left William outside an opera house, a mutt at his side.

I'd left a fire burning.

Like unlocking a door. Like keying in.

On another note altogether, thank you, Keris Stainton, brilliant British reviewer of books and fabulous reporter on all things ballroom dance, for the generous review of UNDERCOVER today:

http://www.trashionista.com/2008/02/book-review-und.html