
The Fly Catcher is a novel I began many years ago, wrote the first few chapters and an outline and sent it to a publisher.
Then I forgot about it.  So did the publisher apparently.  Cleaning out my office, I found the file on the project complete with the newspaper clippings on the contest photocopied.  The file disappeared once.  I re-researched the story pouring through the Burlington Library archives and then lost it again.  I was getting superstitious about the project.
However, I did apply for Canada Council and received the grant.  If they believed in me and the concept, than I certainly needed to grow my faith back.  I had planned the story to be for grade 3, a shorter 30,000 word story.  But a couple of weeks ago as I passed the wordcount, I began to think the story would never end.  Normally I write 1,000 words on a good day, a couple of scenes at most.  But I was writing feverishly, two to three thousand words a day.  And still no ending in sight.  Finally at 11:30 Wednesday, last week  I typed the end.  However, we all know it's just the begininning of a different kind of voyage.  Rewriting.