Ex-city planner Clate Wilkinson has just left from his meeting with our protagonist Laura Milton in which he tells her of some of the unspeakable things his crew found at the bottom of White Rock Lake almost forty years ago. She sits by herself on the hill of Winfrey Point watching the sun sink low on the horizon. Soon, a van full of young ghost hunters pulls up.
When I first began writing my novel White Rock, one of my main goals was to strive to be as authentic as possible. Even though I was writing a fictional book, I wanted to use real stories from real people, get a personal view of the urban legend, and see what compelled these accounts. I let everyone in my universe know that I was looking for people interested in being interviewed about their experiences with the lake as well as the ghostly urban legend associated with it.
This week’s reading from my novel, White Rock, is set in a very notorious location, the cold and impersonal twelve-story edifice of Bobst Library at NYU. I don’t want to give away any spoilers by commenting on or explaining the reason for the building’s reputation, so I’ll let the information disclose itself. But believe me, it’s well worth the wait.
This is the beginning of a series to introduce you all to elements of my novel, White Rock, in hopes that it will spark your interest and quell your anxiety, if only for a few moments. I will be reciting passages from the book with some light audio sweetening to give the excerpts more of a theatre-of-the-mind feel. This is the first one out of the gate, so please be kind and excuse any inconsistencies in the video and audio files.
After a protracted absence, I return to this forum in the middle of a worldwide crisis. Never in my lifetime has something directly threatened our economy and society as a whole. The existential threats to life as we, members of the collective human organism, define it are no longer restricted to the shadows of our […]