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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 .  

Just you wait...


We are in Advent again, the waiting season, here to remind us yet one more time that waiting is an active verb, not just a label for passive idleness and blind hope. This in-between moment has been given us to engage possibilities, live the questions, dare our dreams.

A writer learns early on, if remaining a writer, that waiting to meet a new story is a hunt, a following of tracks, discovering bits of hair in the bark of trailside trees, catching glimpses of furry form rounding a bend somewhere in the dim up ahead, waiting for a fuller glance while working the way word by word and day by day toward that revelation when the wolf turns to show the glint in her eye and the flash of his teeth.

When at last, we catch up with the shepherds who saw the light before us, and we come face to face with the Babe in the manger, he doesn’t tell us anything our road hasn’t taught us already, just points us toward the fabulous and fearsome Becoming where all of us must die again before we are born.


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