I think! I think I’m going to be finished with “The Rustler” today, but there are so many strings to tie up, I can’t be sure. Might need another chapter, or an epilogue. We shall see.
What a deeply moving experience it was to write yesterday’s chapter. It was the darkest-hour-is-just-before-dawn chapter. When it was finished, I felt wrung out, and I went downstairs, sat at the table in cousin Mary Ann’s apartment, and cried. I have really come to love these people–Sarah and Wyatt, little Owen, Doc, a prostitute named Kitty. I will be working with them through the… Read More »