Legends of the End

I’m still finishing my final edit of my latest novel, Legends of the End I’m sure much to the frustration of my editor. Life has been complicated and sometimes finishing feels more like being stuck on a Möbius strip. I’ve needed to be there for Patti while she recovers from knee replacement and taking that time off has made it difficult to get my rhythm back. Funny for a musician to say that! I have been slogging through the last three chapters of Part One. The bulk of the novel takes place in this part so the stack of pages sitting next to me on my desk is getting smaller.

Where Things Are

I want to update everyone on where I am with my novel Legends of the End. The book is finished and now I’m doing my edit. The novel is written in two parts so I’m almost at the end of part one. Part one is much longer than part two. The end of part one is complicated because there are so many issues coming to a head all at once. I took a few weeks off to help my wife in her recovery from a knee replacement. That took my full attention. She is doing very well and my focus is swinging back to this book. I do have an editor waiting for this manuscript. Richard Thomas has agreed to work with me. He edited my first novel and the fact he is excited to work together again is a great encouragement.

Editing & Rewriting

I’m back from vacation and finished with all the reentry issues you seem to have after being gone awhile. Things like slogging through three thousand emails! Patti and I went back to Block Island for about two and a half weeks of peace. Block Island is thirteen miles off Rhode Island’s coast so it is surrounded by the ocean. Block Island Sound to the north and the Atlantic to the east. Mostly it is cool and breezy there. We stay at a hotel called the Atlantic Inn. It’s like stepping back into time. No TVs in the rooms. No air conditioning so you keep the windows open and get a lot of that wonderful sea air. It’s as close as I can get to taking Patti camping.

The Birth of Robin Randle

If I’m bringing you along for the ride then I should at least start at the birth of the Robin Randle Stories. At the time I was struggling, to put it lightly, with delayed onset Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. The personal particulars aren’t important but what is important is the fact that PTSD is an indescribable thing. I can’t come up with the words that would impart to you the full scope of what it is like to be trapped inside yourself not knowing who the hell you are anymore. At the time I was working on a project I call Mercy Lake. I still want to develop that story but what happened was Robin Randle. She was supposed to be a waitress at a diner in the town of Mercy Lake. I didn’t feel she was going to become a major character in the story but I was having a hell of a time defining who she was at all.

Sharing the Journey

I have been to a few writers workshops where the topic of social media was covered. In the past film companies used to send their stars out to appear at theatres all over the country when a new picture was coming out. It was an opportunity for movie theatre goers of that time to do what we call today a meet and greet. As the studio system in Hollywood fell apart the hold studios had over their stars evaporated the days of film stars touring the country to meet their fans ended. Today the film companies have the stars show up on late night television as a promotional tool and if it is in L.A. or New York they will appear at film premieres and that’s about it.