Seven years ago I started writing again - real writing - for the first time since my first year of college. I threw myself into a single project and let it envelope me. This particular project, a four-book series dealing with some of my greatest interests - personal tragedy, horror, romance, science fiction, and the possibility of a zombie apocalypse - went through many titles during the five years it took to complete the first draft; everything from B'lor to End of All Seasons to I-95 to Tabula Rasa. I never felt the work was complete under those names, however - they were just thrown together, attempts at building cohesion where there was none. This harrowed me until I was listening to the radio one day and a certain song (that I will not name) came on. There it was, right there in front of me. A title that wrapped every issue the books deal with in a nice little bow. It felt complete. I could move on.
Finally, The Rift was born.
I mention this because I've decided to, as the title of this post says, put myself out there. I've started a new website - http://robertduperre.com/ - in an effort to sell this work in serial format - one chapter a week, until the words THE END appear at the bottom of the final page. It is quite exciting; the thought of other people reading what I've written and garnering enjoyment from it is really the culmination of a dream. It is my sincere hope - or should I say prediction? - that I will entertain any who wish to delve into this story.
I hope to see you there, gentle readers. I guarantee you will not be disappointed.
This is the Journal, signing out 'till next time.