About five years in the making, I'm finally tackling In the Leviathan.
This is the book based on my grandfather's life. I've been working on research for it, and if I were a different writer, that's exactly what I would still be doing now, but one of the things I've realized over the past twenty years is that I am not a different writer, and I've been developing a style and viewpoint that I've grown comfortable utilizing.
Most of what I've written has fallen into sci-fi/space opera, or some other subgenre. I've tackled literary fiction (notably the Americana Trilogy, otherwise known as the Miss Simon books, which will still be revisited once I have the courage to tackle an even more ambitious book I've been developing for the same twenty-year span, which has gone by a number of titles, but the one listed as a label on this blog is Miss Simon's Doom, which seems to still work for me), but never like this, never so personally.
I pushed past the first six of twenty-one chapters last month, and now we'll just have to see how the rest goes. With any luck I will write another one (or two!) later today. The holdup is that this is a crucial chapter, the crux on which the narrative pivots, in which a full understanding of the main character, Montague, stands revealed, which is particularly important since this is also why I wanted to write this in the first place.
No pressure!
