Why Are There So Many Falcons in My Life?

<p>The first falcon I noticed had a mouse riding on its back. The mouse&rsquo;s name is Soma, and she&rsquo;s the heroine of one of the books I&rsquo;m writing (I know, a mouse? Really? I hear that critic too). Years ago I told my children this story, conjuring it out of the fog of double-toddler bedtime. It&rsquo;s straight brainstem shit, my smart brain was crying in the shower I think.</p> <p>In 2019 I wrote this story down, shat out 150,000 words of my first fiction, loved every second of it, and decided this is what I wanted to do. Then Covid, and you know. I&rsquo;m on my &ldquo;second draft,&rdquo; but it&rsquo;s really an entirely new first draft.</p> <p>So falcons.</p> <p>Soma&rsquo;s late mother was the Queen of the mice and her moniker is &ldquo;The Falcon.&rdquo; Soma lives under the shadow of the legend of her late mother, referring to herself as &ldquo;The Guppy&rdquo; by comparison.</p> <p>When writing it, I thought for sure this Ann Lamontesque seizure would be met with red. But it persists, like a tiny ember slowly burning through your jeans and touching your thigh. There it is!</p> <p><a href="https://medium.com/the-haven/why-are-there-so-many-falcons-in-my-life-1b6870e91240"><strong>Website</strong></a></p>
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