Writing a Novel: Honey Ko. With Chapter One, Final Revision

In the words of Pope Julius II to Michelangelo from the movie The Agony and the Ecstasy, “When will you make an end?” He referred, of course, to the painting of the Sistine Chapel and the agonizing wait for its completion. Everything has an end, including writing a story. Sometimes, though, the writer doesn’t know when or how to end the story. Sometimes the writing itself is more … Continue reading Writing a Novel: Honey Ko. With Chapter One, Final Revision

Olongapo

Draft opening of chapter one of my novel, Olongapo.   Black and White   Across the brown river the gray town trembles in a dull watercolor of shimmering heat waves. Smog, dirt, and dust mix in a loose conglomeration that coats everything in a fabric of oppression. Squat cement buildings, some painted in subdued tones of gray and brown, others painted in garish hues of … Continue reading Olongapo

A Wished-For Love, Chapter Three

“Baluuut. Baluuut.” The trembling voice of the old Filipino squeaked across the courtyard and through the bedroom window. “Baluuut. Baluuut.” I yawned and rubbed my face and squinted at the clock through one eye. The numbers swam in the dim light, but the balut man was never wrong; he came every morning at five. Memories of the weekend floated up from the fog of sleep. I … Continue reading A Wished-For Love, Chapter Three

A Wished-For Love, Chapter One

. Olongapo, Philippines 1991 Aida, sweet and lovely like the opera, a pretty and petite Filipina in the full bloom of her twenty-one years, searched bare-footed for treasure among debris washed ashore by the late storm. She collected her treasure, a bright and colorful smörgåsbord of seashells, pebbles, smooth-worn glass, and curious shapes of driftwood, in a net bag that let sand fall away rather than … Continue reading A Wished-For Love, Chapter One