Cleocatia

By Dann O'Keefe

Sniffing for messages from friends at the bushes, lazing in the sun, chasing mice and hunting hummingbirds, it's just another day for Cleo until it becomes time to help save All That Exists from a multi-dimensional plague. "Cleocatia" is a literary experiment in the sense that I wrote, then rewrote it, one sentence at a time daily, over an eighteen-month period. I've lived a 50 year plus fiction writing life, and I believe "Cleocatia" to be one of the three best pieces I've ever done. One look at the sample section provided will indicate whether "Cleocatia" is your cup of tea of not. I'm betting it is, though, and I'm further betting that, after reading "Cleocatia", you'll never look at your housecat in quite the same manner ever again.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Dann O'Keefe
• Release date: Apr 2, 2022
• ISBN: 9780463240625

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Cleocatia

Dann O’Keefe

Copyright 2022 Dann O’Keefe

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Table of Contents

Introduction

Cleocatia

About the Author

Introduction

The artist Frank Frazetta, the guy who did all those outstanding covers for the Conan paperbacks a couple generations ago, had a stroke towards the end of his life, which meant that he could no longer use the hand he painted with because, every thirty seconds or so, it would spasm involuntarily. His solution was to paint with his other hand. Interesting thing: his other hand painted art that looked nothing at all like what the hand that spasmed once did.

That reminds me, kind of, of my approach to Cleocatia. I spent most of my twenties and thirties learning to write fiction and finding my fictional voice, and one of the ways I did that was to go at the act of writing itself in a variety of ways. For instance, I would just sit down and start writing, try not to give any thought to what I was putting down, just let my instincts take completely over. That created some great fiction, sometimes. Unfortunately, not a