Books. I have a tsunami of ideas for books in my head: fantasy, science fiction, creative nonfiction. I planned to transition from engineering into a career as a full-time writer of science fiction. I never expected to start my writing career by ghostwriting for a ghost, and writing historical fiction was not on my to-do list. But I also had a promise to keep involving a remarkable old manuscript, written by my uncle, Willis Logan. He left it to my mother, with a request that she make the changes needed and try to get it published someday. My mother is many things, but a writer isn’t one of them. She passed the project to me. Here’s a snippet from the opening chapter . . .
September 1938 BLACK THUNDERHEADS spewed white lightning and a rumbling tirade across the field where Angus Whitaker kept watch over his cotton field, his hired pickers, and the weather. The cotton was a bumper crop this year, and his pickers were eager to make some money, but his fields had barely dried enough to startContinue reading “Snippet for Second Son, A Novel of the Deep South”