The Maze House
Inspiration has momentum even when it’s unclear where it’s going. For example, this random poem/thought came my way years before I started writing The Maze House, which is now well underway to becoming a novel.
The initial inspiration went something like this:
The People stared at the Labyrinth.
“Work with me People,” said the Labyrinth.
To which the People scrunched their brows in confusion.
“I am right here,” said the Labyrinth. Yet the people remained skeptical.
“Questions are steps toward the center,” said the Labyrinth.
And the People bit their tongue.
“If you have a change of heart, you know where to find me,” said the Labyrinth.
The People blinked as the Labyrinth disappeared.
I’m doing things a little different on this go-round and releasing chapters every week on Substack. I’m enjoying the community component of the platform as well as the consistent engagement on my part, rather than waiting to share until fully completed. A few years ago I wouldn’t have tried this, but a decade of being an author has allowed me the experience to bend (and sometimes break) the rules. The Maze House will be a published novel eventually. For now, here is a description:
The apocalypse went pretty well, as far as such things go.
Humanity has shifted into three distinct Veins. Some use magic and live in floating cities, others commune with nature and Ancestor spirits, and some are merging with technology.
Things are getting weird, but maybe that’s a good thing.
The Maze House is the only place where the Veins converge. A rare few gain access and none have ever returned.
The living myth of this story is the unlocking of a door, an opportunity to step fully into the unknown.
Relax, it’ll make sense when you get here.
