I started all this in September 2018.
Claustrophobia, leg ache and searching these walls for secrets held to release a story. I scrolled through photos captured on a Samsung. June 2020. A picture of my manuscript, bound and delicately placed on a kitchen counter, spotlights designed to illuminate the sifting of strong bread flour took on the creative direction of providing adequate glow to my work of fiction. As I examined the photo, I was filled with pride. It soon tickled my disappointment to think that it’s taken me this long. A year after, June 2021 is now what I considered to be a finished article. It took a further year of editing, formatting, proofing, reading, dancing with creativity and grappling with despondency to get this finally done. To me it’s complete. I’ve got my ‘microphone drop’ date. I’ve gone with the fourth of July. It’s fitting for Flagpole. Set on the fictitious children’s summer camp Red Oak and Silver Wood , beautifully within the New York hills. The central character Dylan Nemerov tra