In the Beginning

heaven

To pretend to describe the excellence, the greatness or duration of the happiness of heaven by the most artful composition of words would be but to darken and cloud it; to talk of raptures and ecstasies, joy and singing, is but to set forth very low.

– Jonathan Edwards

Go to Heaven for the climate, Hell for the company.

Β – Mark Twain

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This is the story of a father and a daughter. Of a father who was a failure at everything until he died. Of a daughter who loved him but didn’t know it until she did the same. It is a story of revolution, fueled by fear and desperate courage. And it is a story about stories. Half-written stories of truncated little lives ripe with regret and unfulfilled promise; stories that were finally and triumphantly finished.

Oh yes, and I come into the story too. But not until the very end.

And so my novel begins, with two quotes and an introduction by our Meta-Narrator, who does not reveal him or herself until the closing pages.

The story is told in first person, from two alternating viewpoints (the father and daughter mentioned above), bookended (ha!) by the mystery Meta-Narrator.

The action takes place on earth and…not on earth. I have a working title but I’m not going to reveal it just yet.

More to come (told you I’d be teasing you)…

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