Back to it...

I read over the first two chapters I'd written of the Houston section of A Place of Safety and made additions and corrections to set the pace. I also intensified Brendan's new reality, that he's banished from his home and living with his aunt and uncle illegally. He's showing flashes of anger and viciousness, as well, but also tenderness and decency. He's finally taking form in his new world.

The story is, as well. I know where it's going, now. Only took me months of head-banging and avoidance. Hell, years. Brendan's going to be a lot more complex in this section, less a reactor and more of an angry young man on a nihilistic binge. He's seen death and destruction up close and knows how suddenly you can go from living to dead, with nothing to protect you. He skirts close to disaster more than once but somehow manages to keep going. He's using up his nine lives, here.

I have a lot of work to do to make this section fit right, still, but it's begun forward movement instead of stasis. I'm happy for that. I'm ready to explore Brendan's new horizons, see just how far he wants to go. We've already had one back and forth about a moment that I wasn't crazy about writing, and we've come to a momentary truce while he's still regaining his balance. We'll see how it works out.

Life is so much better when this story is revealing itself to me...

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