A year of thinking Hannah

October 25, 2012 - - No comments


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It’s near the end of October, which means I should just go right out and admit it to myself and everyone — Queen of the Clueless (Interim Goddess of Love #2) is late. I wanted it out earlier this year, but life intervened, and I haven’t been able to keep to the publishing schedule I established pre-motherhood.

Interim Goddess happens to be my first series too, so the character of Hannah has been residing in my thoughts for the longest so far. This is a good thing because she’s kind of gestated and matured there in my mind, but not-so-good too only because I already have a book waiting to be written after this. That might have to wait a little longer.

Rest assured that Queen of the Clueless is on its way. This is how it starts: (QotC sneak peek over here…)

Queen of the Clueless (preview)

Not an art expert, but within five minutes of staring at the painting, a tear had rolled down my cheek.
Are you all right, Hannah? Robbie Carlos asked me, already fumbling for tissue or a handkerchief. He didnt have any, because he was a guy, and after a moments hesitation he brushed the tear way with a knuckle. But my hand was already there, so all he had done was knock his fingers against my skin.
Shit, why am I such a caveman, he thought. I knew that because I could hear his thoughts, at least when it came to me. Because he was in love with me, and I was the Interim Goddess of Love.
More on that later.
Yeah, sorry, I said. I cant believe Im actually really feeling this.
Magandas Regret has that effect on people. Our tour guide, a jolly, entertaining middle-aged man who asked us to call him Uncle John, had come up beside me. He looked pleased at my reaction. Even young people like you, they tend to stop and take a moment to understandit. And it sucks them in.
Uncle John was referring to the large painting hanging on a display right in front of us. It was huge larger than any painting Id ever seen in anyones living room. It had to be larger than me (heck, it was larger than Robbie, and he was a basketball player), and we were standing several feet away from it just to see the entire thing properly.
The small plaque hanging next to it said it was called Magandas Regret, 1904. Featured in it was a beautiful woman, in a plain white dress, standing over a lush, green landscape. She was looking back at something, off to the side, away from the beautiful forest.
She looked sad.
Uncle John left my side and went closer to the painting, cutting off everyones view, so he could address the entire tour group. This is the spectacular work of Arturo M. Indemne, one of the countrys treasured artists. Here he depicts the story of Maganda. Do you college kids know the story of Malakas and Maganda?
Not one hand of the fifteen went up. I felt a bit ashamed for my generation.
Uncle John rolled his eyes. Dear Lord. Our ancestors, before this archipelago was colonized and Christianized, had their own myth of creation. Each region or people would have its own version, but the short story is that Bathala created man and woman, and they were known as Malakas and Maganda. Google that.
What not as many people know is that things were not so rosy for our ancestors version of Adam and Eve. Maganda, true to her name, was very beautiful. Her very presence caused a disturbance in nature. Rain fell in torrents, flooding their home. The earth itself rumbled, and sent rivers of fire out of the mountains, just to get her attention. But she paid them no heed, and lived with her Malakas as Bathala intended.
But then one day, she went exploring, and found herself on a sandy shore, facing the water. And the God of the Sea saw her.
Oh my god. I inadvertently squeezed Robbies arm.

(to be continued)

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