Long Past Time

By Linda Jordan

Reclusive painter Louisa grudgingly agrees to take part in her agent's Art Tourism Program to make some extra money.

Aliens from all parts of the Unity come to watch her paint, and stay in her guest cabins on Earth.

So many aliens from so many different backgrounds. What could possibly go wrong?

A mix of comedy and chaos, aliens, animals and crazy humans, this marvelously funny story delights.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Metamorphosis Press
• Release date: Jan 23, 2019
• ISBN: 9781386127239

Linda Jordan

Linda Jordan writes fascinating characters, visionary worlds, and imaginative fiction. She creates both long and short fiction, serious and silly. She believes in the power of healing and transformation, and many of her stories follow those themes.In a previous lifetime, Linda coordinated the Clarion West Writers’ Workshop as well as the Reading Series. She spent four years as Chair of the Board of Directors during Clarion West’s formative period. She’s also worked as a travel agent, a baker, and a pond plant/fish sales person, you know, the sort of things one does as a writer.Currently, she’s the Programming Director for the Writers Cooperative of the Pacific Northwest.Linda now lives in the rainy wilds of Washington state with her husband, daughter, four cats, a cluster of Koi and an infinite number of slugs and snails.

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Long Past Time

Long Past Time

Linda Jordan

Metamorphosis Press

Copyright © 2012 by Linda Jordan

Published by Metamorphosis Press

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Long Past Time

About the Author

Long Past Time

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Louisa gripped the coffee mug tightly as she navigated her way through the still unpacked boxes and opened the door to the Combination studio/sunroom/sealed in porch. The roasted scent of coffee wafted up to her nose doing what no aromatherapy could do: comfort, wake up, rich sensual flavor, focus. It mingled with the ever present oils and solvents of her studio. She flipped the fan on.

Clutching the top of her sage colored bathrobe shut, she stared at the easel. There sat her latest painting. A scene of the lake that she’d integrate into the next holo to send out to her subscribers. But it needed a little more work.

Her breath hovered in the air for a moment before dissipating and she shivered from the cold. It was seven and she could see the sun just beginning to rise. Winter would be here soon. She really should shell out some bucks and get the place wired instead of relying on solar, a generator and firewood.

When she fled Seattle last year, just after Elliot died she came here.