This is a story I wrote about 15 years ago. It is about the chthonic forces that seem often to rule our lives. It, in itself, is a complete short story, but, at one point, I inserted an opening for a full length novel, about the spirtual forces which might rule the Connecticut River Valley.
"Why bother?", I asked myself. Now, maybe if I got paid, or someone read it and asked me to expand it, or it spoke such truth as to be widely distributed, then engage in that work, but, in my mind at least, other endeavours were far more important. The election of Donald Trump, and his continuing support, proved that.
But lately some health problems have convinced me to tell my stories. First, of course, is my autobiography. Second, is this piece.
So you read this far, huh. How to learn more? Figure out a way to get this projected novel paid for, an advance, a contract, someting like that. Tell me what you think. Write me at walter@izzysane.net