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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 .  

Joshua's Ghost...

This might be the first page of a novel, or at least a short story, or maybe it's only a flash in the pan. Would you want to keep reading?

The entity that had been Joshua McTeer in another stream of being studied his image in the mirror. He still looked like Joshua McTeer, still thought of himself as male, although gender had been left behind along with several other human attributes during subsequent transformations. He could change his likeness, if need arose, but for today, he was satisfied to resemble his past self. He might just as easily appear like Amelia, his still mostly human wife. Love and loyalty ever bound them fast to one another, unimpeded by their cascading differences down the decades. Love, he thought, was a constant beyond human. It was, he suspected, the only force holding the worlds together.

On this particular day, he was answering a summons from his old world of origin. Jimmy had sent a message from the Other Side Diner. Ben Orphan, who, it was rumored, owned half the Carolina Prefecture, had come by hoping for information about Joshua’s daughter. Jimmy, reluctant to engage a prominent target of the Guild, divulged or promised nothing, but said he would make inquiries.

Joshua, who knew no more about his long absent child’s whereabouts than anyone else in the Three Worlds, pathed a response, Tell Orphan I will meet him at your place this time tomorrow.

Now, it was tomorrow. Joshua sorted his patterns, and satisfied he would deceive a Confederation scanner, ignited into a cloud of orbiting sparks and shifted beyond.

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