Part elegy, part memoir, part detective story.
The agent I met with yesterday recommended a book that he said seemed similar to mine: Jane: A Murder by Maggie Nelson. I read the summary on Amazon this morning and immediately got excited:
The narrative is suffused with the long shadow her murder cast over both the family and her psyche.
Jane explores the nature of this haunting incident via a collage of poetry, prose, dream-accounts, and documentary sources, including local and national newspapers ... Part elegy, part memoir, detective story, part meditation on violence (and serial, sexual violence in particular), and part conversation between the living and the dead.
I'm a little less sleep deprived than I was yesterday, and the world seems full of possibility. So many stories out there, waiting to be plucked from the ether and pinned down to the page. So many outlets to explore. So many pages to be written.
It's officially fall here in Amish country. The trees have started to turn. A streak of red here, a flash of yellow there. The sudden silence of cicadas.