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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 .  

Our Song...

The unaccustomed solitude of this past pandemic year has many of us yearning for what we term "community," meaning the company of other humans. That, we believe, is our natural element.

Viewed in a different perspective, our year of relative isolation has also been an opportunity to broaden our sense and experience of community. Most of the souls that populate our days are other than human. Once we get out under the sky and step off the pavement, we are awash in a sea of life, plants, animals, creatures and spirits as mysterious and facinating to us as would be angels or dragons.

Our habitual business over the years has narrowed our lives to focus on the expected and controlled, fostered the illusion that our days are all about us. Most of the creatures of this world take little or no notice at all of all our human doings. To them, our hustle and bustle seems as mindless and unintentional as the scurry of an ant seems to us.

But all the other-than-human world is speaking to us continually, singing to us the never-ending Story in which we all move and breathe and have our being. Before the Big Rush resumes and we get immersed again in the mindless and unintentional, pray that we be still, while we still have some quiet to be in, and listen to our Song.


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