Okay, I am tired of keeping this to myself, so here goes:

A mere 26 years after The Fortunate Fall*, I am working seriously on another novel. The book is called What We Are Seeking and I really don't know what to say about it, so I will just post the opening paragraphs.

* Published under my deadname, Raphael Carter

#AmWriting #CamWriting #WhatWeAreSeeking

@LateOnsetGirl Okay, this is just beautiful writing. I *love* the key metaphor of the seasons now, and I'm intrigued by the implications of “the summer captain would be laid to rest beneath the stars”. Watching with interest!
@dotcolm Thank you! Winter always feels to me like someone turned up the gravity—moving around is harder, I'm weighed down by a heavy coat, suiting up to go outside feels like putting on a spacesuit—so it's a natural metaphor here in the frozen north, I think.