Tomato soup was served on Wednesdays; a favourite of the Reimstadts. To make tomato soup in their kitchen’s old, black-iron cauldrons, you’d have to fetch water from the well in the castle’s courtyard five, or maybe six times. As a maid to the esteemed Reimstadts, that was expected of you.
It's hard to stop once you get going -- a fear in me that, if I do, I'll lose whatever momentum I was riding on. Glimpse'll be a year old in March and, in that mercurial year, I sent it to every publisher I could with little luck. Sure, I had offers from vanity presses, … Continue reading What’s Next?
AJ Carney 