A little bit longer…
At long last, I’m happy to be able to share an update regarding my upcoming book, Eleanora. As I’ve mentioned in the past, the road to publication is LONG. The stretch of time between signing with a publisher and actually holding your book in your hands is only the last mile. It’s now been years since I wrote the final words of this book. And it’s been even longer since I originally played around with the first words of the story that eventually became Eleanora. But the end is almost in sight and if it feels anything like I think it will, all the waiting will be worth it.
The original plan was for Eleanora to debut this fall. And while I wish that could have happened, I have received an update from my publisher that the release has now been scheduled for the Spring of 2023. Of course, I’d love to introduce everyone to this story as soon as possible, but you know what they say about good things! I am still waiting on the exact release date – tentatively some time in May – and will give an update as soon as it is final.
Eleanora, a preview…
In the meantime, I’d like to share a little more of what this story is about. Eleanora is the story of one mother’s unthinkable tragedy when her son disappears from his bed in the middle of the night. Two years pass with no updates, no clues, no sign of him. For Eleanora, time stopped the moment Owen vanished. But, for everyone else, life just goes on…
It’s been two years since that night. The one where the worst possible thing happened. The nightmare thing. The torment, torture, rip-you-apart thing.
The night when her son–her baby–her Owen–vanished.
And every day Eleanora exists in the hell of knowing that she did the one thing no mother is ever supposed to do… lose their child.
Eleanora has been living a half-life since her 4-year-old son disappeared from his bedroom one freezing February night, the back door left swinging open in his wake. With no clues, no leads, and no news of what happened to Owen, the days and months drag on with no comfort and no closure.
Intuition tells her that Owen is alive and Eleanora shuts out everyone who doesn’t believe. But she fails to see that her blind hope, at the expense of everything else, is tearing her away from who she used to be–a capable, caring woman with a solid career and happy marriage–and everyone who loves her–her sister, her parents, even her husband.
When an unexpected surprise suddenly offers Eleanora a second chance at happiness, she is shocked to feel….nothing. With the unsolved mystery of Owen’s disappearance a constant anguish, peace truly seems impossible.
Questioning whether she is still a mother, even without her child, still a woman, even without her husband, Eleanora struggles to see that life, ugly and painful as it can be, might still be worth living.