All of it is necessary and good to keep the world spinning. No shade on other pursuits, of course in many ways the flashier, performative arts get much more recognition than writing.
I was a crafter of words and I threw myself into that. My skills at building model cars faded away. I lost interest in drawing, or making stuff.
At some point, I discovered that writing and building worlds and spending time in them with imaginary friends was my favorite of all the creative pursuits, and here’s where the little flaw crept into my thinking: I made that My Thing. There were even attempts to teach me musical ability. As a kid I did all the kid things I drew, I crafted, I wrote, I played. That led to a great many years padlocked by my own flawed ideas about how creativity worked, about Art, about Making Things. And beyond that, I had to pick one genre, one thing that people could recognize as My Wheelhouse, and that would be the Thing. Five Hoops Up for this one.I spent a long time living with a self-imposed fallacy that I had to somehow pick one creative pursuit and that was the Only Thing. Now climb into a rig, we’re hitting the road. You’ll hate some of them and adore others, but you won’t forget any of them. Confrontations are real, urgent, and with consequences. I can see, hear, feel, and smell what’s happening. This story is an escape from my daily life *because* of those details. I have to point out that I love Emmy’s attention to details. Just come along for the ride and let it all unfold. Emmy Jackson’s stories take twisty turning paths that are as complex as his characters. I’m not going to attempt a simplistic summing up of the plot, since that’s impossible. If you have, you’ll be in familiar territory, but with the new experience of joining up with the circus as it travels around the country.
Hopefully you’ve already read book one in the Empty Cradle series, The Untimely Death of Corey Sanderson. But for reasons that will become clear (I love saying that phrase), where ever Shiloh goes, Kissel follows. Everything that Shiloh is? He’s the opposite. She prefers her food to be cooked, her bed to be soft and sheet-clad, and the men she frequently brings to that bed to be quite human. She hasn’t shifted since she was a kitten. Meet Shiloh, the star of Gallamore’s Traveling Extravaganza. And of course they’re more at home in their animal form than as a human, right? If you’re about to read Shiloh in the Circle, do yourself a favor and toss those preconceived shifter-notions out the window. Most of the books I’ve read that deal with shapeshifters present their shifters as uniformly confident, enigmatic, powerful, near-perfect creatures. Empty Cradle: Shiloh in the Circle by Emmy Jackson
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