“All sorrows can be borne if you put them into a story.” ~Karen Blixen
There’s a fire scene in my novel, Where the Light Enters. It is based on my fire experience 5 years ago. I almost got trapped in the building and lost nearly all of my belongings. There was no fire escape and to the best of my knowledge the alarms and sprinklers didn’t work. I wrote that passage yesterday. At one point my hands shook and my stomach felt sick. But the scene breathes. It crackles, and that’s exactly what I wanted. And once it was over, I felt free; I hope people who have been in a similar situation will read it and feel free, too.
Below is a snippet from Chapter 2. In it you’ll meet Oliver Page, Emerson’s dad, and learn about his uncommon career and a suspicious contact.
“Oliver Page failed his wife, Nora, when she needed him most. As he swiped, tapped, and repositioned images and pieces of text on his touch screen wall, he often felt her working through him. Or at least he felt her try.
In his 25 years as a storied forensic linguist, he’d never had this many dead end leads. Ransom demands, literary forgeries, hostage negotiations, suicide notes. He had cracked the most gruesome cold cases and brought order to legal complications held up in courts for years.
So much for his education pedigree and the accolades that tiled his walls. If he couldn’t vindicate her death and give it meaning, he was a failure.”