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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 .  

Life is...

Life is irrepressible, and the smaller it's form, the more tenaciously it holds onto being. The recent snowfall had only hours before begun to retreat from our little tsubo niwa when the Ceratodon purpureus at the foot of a little Abies grandis began to green up and thrust their brilliant red sporophytes toward the sun. Only a couple of centimeters in that direction was the best they could manage, but that's high enough to fling the spores where they need to go.

Don't be too impressed with my Latin labeling here. Fire Moss is the only moss whose Latin name I know. I promise to learn more. We have two wee trees in the garden, a blue spruce (Picea pungens) and the Grand Fir (Abies grandis) whose trunk you can glimpse in the picture. Those two are the only conifers I know by their proper botanical names, which makes me unduly eager to hide my ignorance behind them.

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