Kathleen Duey's Blog

We planted this tree so many years ago. I think I was just starting the first book of the trilogy then. I had written a lot of books for younger readers and was excited and terrified to write the story that kept coming back in my dreams. I have always talked to trees and I talked to this one a lot. Now I am writing the third book and everyone remains kind and cheers me on. I can't thank you enough. And I want you to know that I talked to Sadima this morning and she laughed then cried when I t...

Spring is here....






I know. Most people are still wading out of the storms in the East US and in hundreds of other places world wide. I hope you are all safe and helping each other. In the cliffs, where Hahp and the other boys are now, weather does't matter. The boys have no idea if they are going to stay alive. All they know is that there is no way out of the cliffs.   Not yet. ....



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I took a picture of these old board games many years ago and every time I look at them I am amazed at the way they make me feel. Safe?  Happy for the pretend people living in their pretend sea-side paradise?  Glad that life can be that simple ?


But there are people in my books who have been hurt and scared because I gave them "real" lives. I know they aren't real, but I also know that there are are people all over this planet who fight their way though their lives even though they k...

Sadima is crying.  So am I.  She isn't hurt but she is lost and that is almost the same thing, I think.  



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THANKS to everyone!!!!!   I am writing hard and making progress. Thanks to everyone here, the Face Book people, Twitter and everyone else getting in touch. I am so.....honored,  and so afraid.






Back to the story and the boys inside the cliffs....
They are as scared as I am.www.kathleenduey.com

Hello!!!   .

I am almost never on Face Book now..  or Twitter....or blogger....

because I am writing and rewriting the big book every day.
it is slow and contains a gazillion things...

(like most trilogies it is the last book that is the monster)

I will be teaching writing in Florida in a few days, at a great event full of great writers.
Then back home to working on the Big Book day and night...

The two books below (and a lot of kind people)  are waiting for me to make the story comp...

Happy Holidays!!  Best wishes to you and all the ones you love...may all good things
come your way. Thank you so much for caring about my work...and about me.

The plant below is a survivor that comes up through the lichens in the only all-day-shade
within miles....every year, realizes it is in the wrong place and that there will never be
enough water for it in southern California for it to grow fast so it is growing slowly.

Plants know everything that matters.



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Sadimas' life  has been a jumble of forgotten things. Sometimes, when she wakes up there is a tiny feeling, a stray sound, that evaporates before she can remember what she has lost. No. She has never told anyone about  this. She is afraid to. The Eridians would still be kind to her, she was sure of that, but they would step back, hold their children closer......








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Sadima  woke up this morning remembering things she hopes aren't true.  If they are, the Eridians will never allow her in their meetings again. Thomas Marsham will never smile at her again and she will have to make up lies and disappear ...  again. 




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I made this basket years ago...long before writing took over my life. I noticed it this morning high on a shelf, and started thinking about Sadima, her childhood, her weaving, her easy connections with animals and her love for everything alive. Then Franklin had found her that long ago day when he was looking for children Somiss wanted to observe. I wish I could go back there now and when she started down the dirt road to go to Limori, I wish could catch her hand and talk her out of it. &nbsp...