This week I’m serializing my short story, “The Homemaker.” This story has been languishing on my hard drive for almost a year. Writer friends urged me to consider turning it into a novel. But whenever I tried, the tone darkened so much that I lost the gentleness of the narrative. So, I now believe “The Homemaker” must stay in the short form of its original conception.
Author’s note: For a time in my childhood, we lived in a tiny town in South Georgia. Across from the post office, an old Victorian home was situated among pecan trees. I was fascinated by the house and often walked its perimeter and peered in the windows. I daydreamed of fixing it up. Unfortunately, after decades of neglect, the old house was demolished. Yet, the old place held such a firm place in my heart that I wrote a story about its restoration. So while the characters and locations in this book are figments of my overactive imagination, the house was once very real.