My Third Novel's Conclusion, My Heartbreak

My heart begins to break when I think about completing this particular book -- because this narrative has sustained me like no other story I've known. It's both more personal and more universal than my other works. But beyond memory and archetype, it's a cri-de-coeur about needing to become the person one is destined to be. And in the writing, I have met my own life's work, my own fated journey -- having the sense all the while that the pages are suffused with a resonance, an energy, an electrified field that defies explanation. Writers hope and pray to be overtaken by a work in this way -- to be conscripted into passionate service of a profound story. To experience it even once in a lifetime seems a great privilege. I still have several months before this novel is complete, and this constitutes my reprieve. Because I'm not ready for the beauty to end.




Saturday, September 3, 2022

Documentation of a Father/Son Trip to Big Sur

Today, my husband Ken MacWilliams has spent the day driving with our older son to McWay Falls in Julia Pfeiffer Burns State Park on the coast of Big Sur.  This trip was in celebration of our son's birthday last week.  His one desire for a gift focused on a new adventure outdoors, hence the excursion.

The two of them are scheduled to return home slightly after 9 p.m., at which point I will post a photo of their adventure, if possible.

I hereby certify that the foregoing is true and correct.




Lane MacWilliams




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