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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 .  

Chasing the poem...


She always was a wild bird,

A splash of song, a flash of feather,

Changeable as mountain weather,

Bound to ground by no man’s word,

Although I hoped we’d fly together

She had a heart too wild to tether,

Oft as I called, she never heard,

She rode upon her soul’s own weather

But as she flew, dropped this feather,

My flown and gone and wild bird.


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