I'd call it: Clouds, A Sneak Peek, and Deeply Loved Babies

today's sky

I spent ten years writing my next novel, BEING.  It's due out in February--though I almost chose not to publish it at all.  Five years ago I sent it off to an editor in Brooklyn and the copy--a beautifully printed-out hard copy of the manuscript--was lost in the mail.  For months afterward I imagined the worst: someone stole it, my ideas were compromised, my beloved characters were betrayed.  I put the story aside.

But BEING was inspired by one of the most striking landscapes I've ever seen -- the monoliths of Carnac in the light of a full moon.  The image kept coming to me: in dreams, while cooking, in the garden.  It seemed the story resented that I'd put it in time-out in the back of my top dresser drawer.  So I reworked the plot, adding depth and twists and surprises.  And it was worth it.

BEING is an adventurous ghost story, the tale of just how wrong things can get when love lasts forever.  It's funny and sad and surprising and I think it's fabulous . . . but I know we all think this of our babies.

Stay tuned for previews!