Last week, I was lucky enough to take a few days out from my life to go back to the Gilchrist Retreat Center. I went with my friend Mart again, for two half days and one glorious rainy day that held us at our computers for the better part of 12 hours.
This year wasn’t the triumph that I felt last year. I struggled with the book I brought to work on. The work itself was an emotional roller-coaster. Someday day I’ll write about the stages of grief an author endures during a novel revision. I managed to go through all of them in the course of our brief retreat.
Dies Irae, the book I struggled with, is the sequel to As Above, So Below. When Brian and I wrote the original draft of our novel in 1998, it came in around 600 pages. When I revised it to get it down to…
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