WALL excerpt...

Here's an excerpt from what'll probably be my first actual novel, tentatively titled 'Wall'. A 'psychedelic-coming-of-age-modern-day-western'... or something...

The sun was setting in the midst of a vacant sky over the corn fields that travelled for miles. The tranquility of emptiness was met by the afternoon silence that followed the end of day tourist rush. It was the best time to breathe. The sky would swell to a purple hue and the dainty stars would begin to work the night inwards, like saintly watchers coming to ease the time of those who longed for lights out. In the Mid-West summer night the sky is a ceiling dome womb, a blanket that, just for those short settling hours, lives just to shelter the world at large. It tucks you in like a childhood dream, and you float on into the night. 

Shelley found herself lost for a moment before coming back to the grass on which she lay. Her tendency to drift into her own thoughts was well established amongst the residents of Wall. She could sit alone for hours dwindling the day away while 3,000 tourists shoveled their feet before her. It was a great place to have an active imagination. Layer on top of that a hefty dose of lysergic acid diethylamide and there’s a recipe for new maps made for each moment. 

She could feel the wonder start to work now, and looked around to see how the others were doing.