Edmond Manning
Edmond Manning has always been fascinated by fiction: how ordinary words could be sculpted into heartfelt emotions, how heartfelt emotions could leave an imprint inside you stronger than the real world. Mr. Manning never felt worthy to seek publication until recently, when he accidentally stumbled into his own writer’s voice that fit perfectly, like his favorite skull-print, fuzzy jammies. He finally realized that he didn’t have to write like Charles Dickens or Armistead Maupin, two author heroes, and that perhaps his own fiction was juuuuuuust right, because it was his true voice, so he looked around the scrappy word kingdom that he created for himself and shouted, “I’M HOME!” He is now a writer.
In addition to fiction, Edmond enjoys writing non-fiction on his blog, www.edmondmanning.com. When not writing, he can be found either picking raspberries in the back yard or eating panang curry in an overstuffed chair upstairs, reading comic books.
“I love hotel soaps. For some reason, I always believe those little soaps will bring me luck. So far, they have only brought me soap.”
“To boast wonder takes great courage. Being left speechless with joy is not for the weak. We forget to be surprised by everyday miracles, like toast springing up, the mesmerizing blue in the sky, or even simple friendships. To touch and remember this delicate sense of wonder, we travel. We deliberately let ourselves become tourists to welcome in this unique delight.”
“He arches his back because when you forgive, the body says, "Thank God.”
“Wonder is always difficult until you forgive whoever destroyed your love of surprises.”
“Oh good lord, I'm in a three-way with a cello.”
“I think jalapeno sounds like a bunch of letters piling into a beat-up old word to get tacos.”
“Duck love is recognizable in any language.”
“It's hard to categorize the half expressions, the ones which reside in between. But this morning, I'm calling Perry mad by sadwest.”
“Toppling sounds like it jumped from a tall building and landed gracefully on is g.”