At this point, publishing is about finding a space, even if it is online, to bring my work alive.
I came up with the idea for a postern door to another world when I was about 10 or 11 years old. There was an old shack in the woods of the property where my elementary school was situated. By the time I was 12, the shack had been demolished and was just a huge pile of boards and plywood that we would dare each other to go climb (all the while watching for the ever dreaded rusty nail that could be sticking up and which would result in a tetanus shot). But before it was demolished, instead, the dare was to go inside, which I never did. I imagined if I went inside for just a minute, I would come back out and a whole year would have passed on the outside, and thus I declined the dare.
In 2001, I was in the habit of having a pen and paper next to my bed, and I would write things down that were in my mind immediately upon waking. At that time, I fancied myself an amateur poet because I missed the creative writing classes I has taken in high school and my first two years of college. One morning, I wrote this:
The dream swelled beneath the consciousness of her being The story telling the truth of things to come things done It would not be told to rest or to take a different path It was a part of her soul what the Hematite Horses had to show
I really had no idea what I was writing at the time, but the Hematite Horses stuck out in my mind. And somehow, the idea of the postern door in that old shack in the woods that would shift time never left my mind as well, and it seemed like a set of Hematite Horses, whatever they may be, would be good guardians for such a door.
Welcome to my story.