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Blogging my novel

 Last month I wrote that I entered the Amazon Breakthrough Novel Award contest.  I've decided, after having added much new material to it, that I would put short snippets of it on here and discuss what I'm trying to achieve.

Moonbeam Highway is a road novel based on the fairy tale, Iron Hans, as interpreted by Robert Bly. His book, Iron John, A Book about Men, came into my life at a time when I was doing my own ashes work. Bly's book spoke to me in a way that the self-help books I was reading at the time, and the 12-steps recovery program I was then pursuing, could not. It helped me to see what I was going through as a necessary part of the maturation process, and enabled me to be more accepting of what had happened to me. One of the benefits of that experience was that it helped me to start writing seriously. Up to that time,  my writing efforts always seemed to be about my "issues." They would enter into my work subconsciously, and were readily apparent to readers, if not to myself. As I became more conscious of my "issues," I was better able to keep them apart and write with more control. I found, in undertaking this project, that it naturally took the form of that mythopoetic experience.

It has been entered in the Amazon Breakthrough Novel Award (ABNA) contest, and have decided to start blogging about that experience and publishing short excerpts from the book here.

One of the comments I receive about the book is that the main character is not likable. That is true, he's a trustifarian. But the story is a black comedy, and much of the humor is based on seeing the protagonist get his comeuppance, time after time. He keeps building himself up, only to be batted down. Were he likable, it would not be funny.


Chapter One: In Which Eddie Departs His Estate

It’s just as well I’m not attached to money,
as money is not attached to me.

If Eddie had known where he was going, he never would have left where he was at. Half slumped down in the driver’s seat, he was leaning a little to the right, elbow deep in the armrest, left hand draped on the wheel, left foot planted on the edge of the seat where he kept it for highway driving. The heel of his boot had worn a spot to the warp and weft of the velvet, but that didn’t bother Eddie much. He knew the old heap would be ready for scrap long before that seat wore through, and the way he drove that Cadillac car, he might have been on to something.

Comment: This is the first of the set ups. Eddie is posing, of course. He wants to be seen as someone without a care in the world, even in his junkyard automobile. He represents the leisure class, both of them. In the paragraph which follows the reader learns there are gaps in his facade you could fly through in an Airbus A330.  But that's the next post.