11,941 words written, in three days time. I cannot believe this. Yet, here we are. This story is telling itself, and the characters are following me around. My antagonist, who I thought I would vilify when I was considering this story over the summer, is much more complicated than I originally thought. And, now, I see the research I need to do to continue working on the story. Art informs life. Life informs art.
“…houses were bought and sold all the time. Families tended to move on every three to seven years. But a plot of land in a cemetery? The way this American Culture worked, that was permanent.”