Marsha Sisolak
Excerpt:
But one of his hands released its grip and moved lower. His sandal slipped from its precarious position to search for another small foothold to balance on—and Kalim caught himself. No, he thought desperately, and clung as tightly as he could. I will not move, no matter what this soul demands. I am the stronger.His other hand shifted. Kalim pressed his forehead to the rocks and prayed fervently. Dust clogged his nostrils and sand flew into his eyes, which stung and watered. Would the procession never end? And why so many warriors in a desert patrol?
Bio:
I'm a member of the 2004 Clarion West class. I teach kindergarten, balance that with writing and two choirs, burst into flames at the sight of wallpaper and steamers, and am surrounded by dogs (technically belonging to children) who invade my house. Hijinks ensue. Frequently.
Writing Description:
As much as I can, whenever I can convince myself it won't hurt. All over the map of the fantastic, with occasional forays into space opera or nonsense.
Writing Goals:
Finish the damn rewrite. I mean it.Pitchforks and other stabbity utensils welcome.For fundraising, to match or exceed my own donation of $100 one way or another. Last year, I did landscapes to encourage people--and I'm doing that again, but I'm limiting myself to those for two sponsors who wish to sponsor me for $30 or $5/week--I've got a de-wallpapered bathroom to paint and update. See the link for the information.
Website:
www.marshasisolak.com/wordpress
