"A young artist opens a door between the land of the living and the dead. As Ada walks the divide, she falls in love with a dead man and becomes tangled into a Southern blood cult of lies and erotic ritual..."
The updated logline for my work-in-progress.
I'm in New Orleans through the weekend, visiting my dear buddy. Drinking juice outside a cafe on Magazine Street, stitching words into pages. A perfect October afternoon: sunny, and sharpened with caffeine.
Thank you, Hey Cafe, for reminding me of my favorite old coffee haunt in Tucson, where I wrote much of Astra!
Interviewed a lovely new jazz artist in Charleston earlier this week, at one of the most sincere and super cozy coffeehouses I've ever been in. Distillation (of interview) coming soon.
This is a wild soul-book