I’m left-handed. My father was left-handed. I have four kids (two of whom are twins), and none of them are left-handed.
I’m a little disappointed.
Being left-handed, I am also slightly ambidextrous almost by default. I have on occasion kept myself occupied during particularly long presentations or lectures by attempting to take notes in my right hand. This often devolves into mirror-writing, where I write a word backward with my right hand while writing it forward with my left.
Then sometimes I just get distracted by how words look backward. There’s something fascinating about seeing a familiar word reversed.
This is what was happening when the germ for this story, “Read this quickly, for you will only have a moment . . .,” was planted. It was my second sale to Beneath Ceaseless Skies, back in November of 2011, and the first (and so far only) of my stories that has been made into a podcast.
It’s about words and names. It’s also about a woman who can kill with them, a castle drenched in rain and silence, crows, and a love letter.
You can read it (quickly) here.