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Writing Wendl - attrition...

Status report on the current novel project, Wendl the Fallen : At around 60,000 words, I've killed off a couple of characters, which is usually an early sign that the story is finding me. The target is a rough draft of about 100,000 words in twelve chapters, which will trim down in re-write and editing to something like 70,000 words in ten chapters. I've never written a novel this dark before - or this funny. To be honest, I'm not at all sure I'll ever be able to finish it. Meanwhile, The Winged Child will be out in February. That is my best one so far.   Henry's books . If you would like to deliver Drovers Gap blog directly to your email inbox, click here .  

Bake Day...

Bake day again. Despite a balky oven, there are three good loaves of buttermilk bread to show. I would no more tire of photographing home-baked bread than I would picturing a lover's face.

A good loaf of bread is a signal the baker has found a proper and rightful place in creation. Bread requires peace and stillness to become. Warmth and shelter. Stability. Attention. Few objects declare patience and care like a wholesome loaf.

These pictured are crusty on the outside, tender on the inside - just like the old man who baked them.


 Tag wieder backen. Trotz eines Backofens gibt es drei gute Brote Buttermilchbrot zu zeigen. Ich würde nicht mehr müde werden, selbstgebackenes Brot zu fotografieren, als mir das Gesicht eines Liebhabers vorzustellen.

Ein guter Laib Brot ist ein Signal dafür, dass der Bäcker einen richtigen und rechtmäßigen Platz in der Schöpfung gefunden hat. Brot braucht Frieden und Stille, um zu werden. Wärme und Schutz. Stabilität. Beachtung. Nur wenige Gegenstände erklären Geduld und Fürsorge wie ein gesundes Brot.

Diese Bilder sind außen knusprig und innen zart - genau wie der alte Mann, der sie gebacken hat.

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