A story has consumed a compartment in my brain for years. I finished the first draft of my novel a year and a half ago, and have been revising since then. I haven’t sent it to an agent or publisher yet because it needs to be the best I can do; that takes considerable time with a project as complex as a novel.
Its title is Fracture. The name refers to a break between people. Additionally, my protagonist experiences herself as fracturing when she discovers what she thought was real is not. In part, it is a story about illusion, and the disorientation, even devastation, that clarity can bring.
I found this cracked boulder inspiring for suggesting the amount of force that could cause such a fracture. I want my novel to express a similar impact.
My husband and I encountered the rock when we were hiking in the Columbia Gorge.