Getting Close | An Inflection Point

I’m getting close.

So, I post here a lot, every day in fact. I started about four years ago when I just wanted to escape my life, and have continued through a fairly debilitating era of depression by lobbing military grade prose, poetry, and informal essays at what seemed an insatiable sorrow. Here, I have developed a habit of OCWD (Obsessive Compulsive Writing Disorder.) All the while behind the scenes, I’ve been hard at work on a more serious endeavor. Hints of it have appeared here and there, and I’ll link those below.

I spent years outlining.

I’ve spent years writing.

I’m about halfway through my outline, my manuscript is about 110,000 words long, and I’m wondering if I should stop, if I’m ready to publish. The question becomes: Does the halfway point of my story constitute its own work? I don’t know yet.

I don’t want to give out too many details here, but I want to try to start working on, as it were, the quick, one sentence, explanation of my story:

How does a child grow up into a monster, and in what perverted world is a monster the hero?

The answer is something like this:

Monsters create monsters, but sometimes you need a monster to kill a monster.

The Hunter

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The Hunt

Short: I Am the Storm