Foundling

Some writers consider the rewriting of a draft the most enjoyable part, and I'll admit that some of those "AHA!" moments in terms of narrative arc, voice, and plot come together are thrilling, but I currently sit among the memories and detritus of three separate book manuscripts. They're all ambitious works. But "Foundling" is the one that needs to be finished first. Sure, I've been busy . . .that makes a marvelous excuse. But let's take stock of what this particular book is about and why it's caused such anxiety and growing pains. 1) It's about racial identity, particularly mine 2)It's about class structure 3)It involves writing the emotional truth about people still living 4)It involves revealing myself in my least admirable era, something akin to those 'naked dreams' everyone has had . . .

So why write it? My answer is in the last three words "everyone has had . . ." And besides, people love reading about train-wrecks. And God knows we need some openers for frank discussion about race and class and love and humanity. I think I'll do it.

Currently reading this book which I think I would've benefitted more from had I read it five or six years ago. It would be intersting to read it alongside this one if we are really to discuss the "landscapes of Western minds".