Get Dirty

Very inspiring! My mind is ticking over concerning my next novel.

Storyshucker

I’m going to be dirty today.

As a kid, Mama often met me on the back stoop as I came in from playing outside. With a broom in her hand she’d have me slowly turn in a circle while she brushed dirt from my blue jeans. She wasn’t against sweeping my bare legs either if I happened to be wearing shorts.

“Don’t bring that mess in this house.” She’d say. “Did you plan to get dirty?”

Well no. I hadn’t planned to. I was a kid. There was dirt. We met and fell in love. The end.

I remembered that this morning as I thought about where to plant some things in the yard. I still love dirt. Not potting soil in shiny garden-center bags. I don’t care for the sterile smell of plastic and perlite. I love real dirt. Earth.

One of the finest smells of spring is that…

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About Kevin Booth

Kevin Booth pens contemporary and LGBT-themed fiction, often about Barcelona and its history, such as in his first novel, Celia's Room. He also writes about the city’s art and architecture in the BCN Free Art guides. As K. Eastkott he has created an environmentally focussed ocean fantasy exploring non-Eurocentric worlds, the Jewel Fish Chronicles. He combines writing with work as a translator and editor. View all posts by Kevin Booth

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