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True lies and spilled ink...

There is a reason I keep writing stories. In fact, there are as many reasons as there are stories. Picasso said, “Art is a lie that makes us see the truth.” He could have said just as well, “Art is the truth that makes us see a lie.” I write fiction because in a story you can tell a truth that would get you shot at or run out of town if you dared say it for a fact. The truth is, facts can lie. In the mouths of politicians, they usually do. That something must be true because it is factual is a common misconception. That all myths are fantasy is another. A good story sheds more light in the world than a bad sermon. We need to read the Bible like we read the newspaper and read the newspaper like we read the Bible. In both, we see God at work between the lines. A short story is harder to write than a novel. Humans are never content to say only what is necessary. The trouble with happy endings is that they don’t convince us. Somehow, we don’t think we quite deserve them. If lif


I'm grateful for all the reviews of my books, those that were kind and those that were merely honest. I learned something from every one. I came across David Longley's review of The Winged Child again a few days ago and was reminded why it is one of my favorite reviews. I don't think any reviewer has ever come closer to nailing why I write.

Precariously poised on our tip-toes,leaning out over the endless void,arms outstretched,hearts aflutter with anticipation,side by side atop the picnic table...We were what? 2 or 3 years old? Towel-capes diaper-pinned around our tiny necks. We knew we could fly. We just...knew it. We were so much lighter then: physically, ontologically, emotionally. Life...the whole world...was enchanted. Anything was possible. We lose that, don't we? 9 to 5's, mortgages, the weight of adulthood: it all piles on to smother the whimsy, curiosity and lightness of being.In Through the Ages by Cloud Cult, Craig Minowa sings: I'm done being stupid and worried and dramaticSo I lay down my every disguise. So if ever I can't see the magic around me, please take my hands off my eyes. What Mitchell accomplishes in Winged Child is to bring the magic back into the world we grown-ups live in; a world that is sometimes dark, often tedious and occasionally cruel. He peels back the veil of a mountain town with metaphorical dragons to reveal the very real possibility of actual dragons...and, of course, magic as well. He takes our hands off our eyes. Those of us already enamored with Mitchell's writing will find in this latest offering characters familiar and characters new, an origin story, mythic creatures, thresholds, surprises and, as always, beauty in the midst of pain. One need not have read his earlier works to enjoy this story but those of us who have are rewarded with many wonderful gifts.

Thanks to David Longley for the review and the photo. What he felt I accomplished in this one, I pray will be realized in my next novel, Among the Fallen, coming in February from Creative James Media.