In its first months of life–through research, a twelve-page outline and the first six chapters–my poor book baby has lived with a blank name card on its bassinet. Like a newborn, whose parents declared they couldn’t name her until they knew her, she waited.
The chapters are prefaced by quotes from brave women, including the late great literary author Willa Cather. One that sums up my main character’s initial propensity toward seclusion reads, “How easy it would be to dream one’s life out in some cleft in the world.”
I’ve seen my baby’s face. I know her bones, her personality, her quirks, when she needs to be fed or changed.
Her name is A CLEFT IN THE WORLD.
I can’t wait for you to meet her.