A little over a year ago, I wrote the first chapter of something that would become The Mourning House.
Initially, I wanted to write a story about the nature of father-son relationships.
I've been trying to tell this story for nearly five years now, and have had several promising, but, ultimately, false starts — despite some excellent writing and some wonderful beginnings. The stories or set-ups didn't connect with me. They didn't work, sadly.
There was no false start in October. I hit the ground running and haven't come up for air since. In a month, I've written over 100K words, and over 450 pages!
And now, I know why I pushed this story away for a time. It's a very personal piece and while there is a lot of a father-son relationship it is not the primary theme.
I have no idea where this will end up when it's finished as far as publication, but I wanted to share with you that I am working on something special. It's good. Very, very good.
Hopefully I'll wrap it up by the end of the year and can catch my breath long enough to finish HomeComing.
I hope The Mourning House finds a home.
It deserves a life.
More soon.
May the road rise...
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