The first story I posted on SOL, “On the Highway,” has had a quasi-sequel languishing in The Yards for almost two years. At long last, I finished the rough draft last year and it’s entered the editing halls. That will keep me busy through the end of the month. If all goes according to plan, “After the Highway,” a much more involved longer tale, dealing with the ramifications of the first story’s events, will launch in December.
As such, I gave serious consideration to updating “On the Highway” ala “Owning My Image.” However, ultimately, I decided against it. Although the prose is a little janky and my style has sharpened, it should stand as a marker: “Here it all began.”
In the meantime, I’ve set up one of those folding playpens. Within its padded walls, the wild-eyed muses are wobbling around, spewing words for another fun write. It keeps the darling little critters amused so I may focus on editing. This one’s a dual-POV maledom story, based on a real-world tragedy’s “what-if” scenario. Dark, yet quite enjoyable to explore.
Hugs to all my readers, followers, haters, critics, and any souls tracking my efforts. You all rock in your own unique, wondrous ways.
Ivey