I’ve outlined what I thought would be my next book, Once Upon A Road, a collection of three novellas about a trio of siblings making their way in the world. The eldest son lives under a cloud of depression and self-loathing which manifests into bullying and a crude, scathing sense-of-humor. His younger brother is a tightly wound ball of anxiety, desperately in love with a woman every man wants. Their misanthropic sister, the youngest of the three, leaves home at an early age in an attempt to find something in the world not to hate – an ounce of good, a promise of hope, perhaps. For the three of them, it’s not so much a coming-of-age, it’s more about them coming-to-terms with who they are, accepting their faults, and evolving their strengths.
However, for reasons I’ll explain in an upcoming blog post, it will not be my fourth book.
That one, tentatively titled A Line Crossed, I’ve already begun drafting.