I’ve finally gotten past the point where I left myself a gap where I stole a chunk of narrative and moved it elsewhere. It should be smooth sailing until I get to where I need to add a section currently titled Rosewood that I have all sketched out. It’s going to be difficult and a little preachy. But it explains the one elusive thing plaguing Brown River Blues since I first (re)introduced Lorenzo: Why does he live so close to where he grew up but doesn’t go home?
The answer is the back story I gave his parents all the way back in December 1998. Lorenzo misunderstood his father’s motives, and Webster Waycross Williamston Esq. has no idea that’s what the issue is beyond his son not talking to him.
Some lawyer, huh?
And he’s a prosecutor.