Convergence

Something big is happening in the sister's section, bolstered by events described in her brothers' versions. In a way, it's mirroring what I was talking about last week. A convergence of the most surreal, faith-requiring moments in all three texts. This is transforming from merely fun to write into necessary in the larger web of events. And fuck, if that's not a relief.

Next time you read something that seems to require you overhaul your disbelief, remember: the author may have engaged the same faith, wondering for months – or years – where the story was leading her.

In other news, the other night I realized what each of the speakers represents, thematically. (That came entirely out of the recent discussion of estuaries, so thanks gang.) Seeing the sister as a "composed voice to the ocean" has helped me understand her role: she embodies the redemption I was waxing about at the new year.

Also, she writes in prose. Which, oddly, makes this no more of a novel.