My father is suffering from dementia and has delusions. In caring for him, I sometimes find myself confused about which of his complaints are reality and which aren't. From this confusion comes the novel "1912". I hope to finish in the fall.
In addition, I'm working on a novel contrary to the expressed opinion many have of the 1950's being a golden era of purity in America. It's called Roadside Attraction, and like my other work, has a wee bit of the supernatural sprinkled in just for fun.