Guess what just came in the mail five minutes ago. Two entire boxes of Dancing With Bears, my very first Darger & Surplus novel. I am in print again.
So how does it feel? Keeping in mind that I've been doing this for decades and that this is my eighth novel?
Well . . . You know how in Michelangelo's Last Judgment in the Sistine Chapel, amid all the grand drama of the resurrection of the dead and their judgment and sorting and being raised to Heaven and thrown down to Hell, way down to the bottom left, there's a grey figure pulling himself out of the grave with his eyes closed and head lifted in quiet ecstasy as, for the first time in millennia, he feels a gentle breeze against his kin?
It feels like that. It feels like I'm wholly alive again.