Watching my son sift through soil at the grave site. (September, 2013)
In 2013 and 2014, I wrote posts about the notorious Arthur G. Dozier School for Boys after I learned that my great-uncle was buried there as a teenager in 1937.
I decided to write a novel about it, The Reformatory, which is still in progress.
In the post on Medium, I open up about how grief has both stalled and spurred my creative process as I’m writing a novel steeped in family history about a haunted reformatory in my fictitious town of Gracetown, Florida.
I have been writing past my grief, and you can too.
You got this. Won’t be easy, but you can do this even through all the tears.
Thank you! 🙂