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Writing Wendl...

I really did want to write a light-hearted tale in case this one turns out to be my last novel (assuming it yet becomes a novel), but it's headed currently toward the shadows. I thought I knew Wendl Von Trier pretty well, having trekked with him through my previous book, The Winged Child .   There, Wendl presents as an elusive solitary, moving above all worldly fray while at the same time nudging events and characters toward a satisfactory conclusion. Sharp and intimidating on the outside and tender and motherly on the inside. A friend to the world, something of a trickster, but in all things working for good outcomes.  That is how I saw Wendl VonTrier. A  púka, mischievous, but essentially harmless, even benevolent, capable of presenting in whatever form or gender the moment required. Wendl seemed the ideal candidate to carry readers off into the literary sunset in good spirits after an exhilarating romp through a fantastical fiction. But all along, it seems, there were depths to

Seasonal routines...

The last week of winter has been unseasonably warm, so our daily domestic routines have already shifted into spring/summer mode. Mornings are for the garden. I write in the afternoons. 

We don't have a television, so in the evenings we read, usually aloud to one another. Occasionally we might stream something on-line for entertainment, but mostly, we read. If I'm still wakeful at the end of my day, I'll write for an hour or so before turning in.

I'm writing and reading mostly short stories these days. I have a couple of unfinished novels lying around, but they don't exude much appeal since I've already figured out how they will end. So, I'll keep chasing the little stories for now. Maybe one of them will turn into the Big Surprise. 

The Main Muse leads a more public life than I do, being as she is more useful to people than I am. She is the reason we still have a few friends. She keeps me in the world. If I had no readers at all, I would still write tales for her.

Henry's books.


  1. "If I had no readers at all, I would still write tales for her." This is one of the most romantic and delightful compliments to a beloved spouse as I've ever heard Henry. You just made my day!


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