Don’t get me wrong. Motherhood’s no picnic. Sure, some days — when I’m running late for the carpool and my seven-year-old’s just started running a fever […] — I think to myself, God, what I wouldn’t give to have a simple problem to solve, like the bronze-winged and poisonous Stymphalian birds. And sure, I still remember what a thrill I got the first time I successfully completed the Descent Into the Underworld without supernatural aid, or passing through the Belly of the Beast before the Blessing of the Goddess. It was great. I hope my kids get to experience questing like that when they grow up. But there’s only so many questions you can ask Utnapishtim, you know? Is anyone working on this novel? Or did Nancy Kress already nail it with THE PRINCE OF MORNING BELLS…?
Posted on: Fri, 28 Mar 2014 21:19:57 +0000
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