I'm not sure that I'm giving anything away if I say that THE FRAILTY OF FLESH is a hard book for my protagonists, and one character in particular. Working on the next book in the series, one of the key things is how people are seeing this person. They're trying to figure out if the character is okay, and they're looking for some sign, some normal behaviour, some actions that reassure them that they'll have the person they know back again.
This is where life imitates art. We've been having our share of frustrations with one of the kids, who just hasn't been themselves for a while now. On the one hand, it's easy to throw these things at the door of divorce, and dealing with two radically different household environments. On the other hand, people change over time, and kids go through phases. We worry, while we're aware we can over-analyze the situation, and sometimes jump to the wrong conclusions.
Today, I could put my arm around said child and tell them I was proud of them. And it felt good to see the child I know again.
As I turn my attention back to the book, I wonder about whether or not that moment is coming for the character in question. It's actually a horrid thing, to put your characters through hell, to throw the worst things imaginable at them and force them to face that pain. I can think about things, like the review I posted yesterday, and know that the book has an impact because of the raw emotions it taps into, but it's hard to write.
Picking up the pieces of the aftermath isn't a picnic either. I think I'm hoping for that moment, when I know they'll be okay, as much as the other characters are.