Been writing fantasy and sci-fi short stories for years now. I've finally finished one novel, and it isn't even fantasy of s/f, bah. It is a story about a man and a girl that quickly spun out of my control, it became an organic, living thing that I couldn't stop, the characters took over and left me out of the process. Unfortunately, I can't post it to this wonderful site because the girl is younger than the allowed age for stories here. Anyway, I was depressed after finishing it, because I had lived with the characters for so long, that finishing it was like the death of a beloved friend. So that's what this new one (A Year and a Day) is; my rebound, ha, my attempt to find meaning and hope with a new love.