The Love Remains is my first book, and I am now finished with research on another, but taking time to synthecize my characters before writing. The process forces me to live most of my day in prehistoric Hawaii, a kind of “method” experience, not necessarily planned, but more a function of prehistory information load; in trying to remember all I have researched, there are few neurons left to consider modern life around me. I don’t much care to, either. A simple trip to the grocery leaves me giggling, struck with wonder at the array of food offerings and technology, as if I were experiencing it for the first time. Do you ever get so deep into your storyworld that returning to “now” creates time shock?

me ka aloha,

Kama’ema’e