I’m elated to announce I’ve found an agent to represent Momma’s Rain.
Tracy Brennan,
Trace LiteraryAgency , will represent Momma’s Rain beginning this week. Momma’s Fire, the next novel in the series is on my desk. I’m two chapters in to its creation. I appreciate the support of my family and those who read and publish my work.
Synopsis
Momma’s Rain is the chronicle of a few years in the lives of a poor white family in in 1950’s, 1960’s America. It is a story of survival and love/hate, plain and not so simple.
The father and mother meet by chance in their teens.
He has a horrific past, his twin abandoned in an outhouse in the mountains on their fourth birthday, a choice his mother made on the order of the monster who would become his step-father. “I’ll raise one of your whelps; get rid of the other.” He would go on to raise the boy with an iron hand, his weapon of choice for punishment, a coal shovel.
She has a horrific past. Her father, ashamed to be the half-breed son of a white slaver and his Cherokee slave, keeps his wife and three daughters in a chicken coop converted to a single room dwelling behind the slaver’s manse in the Ozarks while he rides the rails across the days of the Great Depression, seeking a future and a tin damn dollar. The mother has a goiter on her throat, stumbles out onto the road, incoherent and unawares. Her daughters are deeded over to a Catholic orphanage where they spend the next 10 years. Momma is four-years-old, the youngest.
The young man, Daddy, is seventeen when they meet. The young woman, Momma, is eighteen. He is a confirmed alcoholic and is home on leave from a detention center. Momma falls in love with the straight young man and vows to save him. She is nineteen and he is eighteen when their first child is born. There will be 6 more children born over the next 10 years.
This story is about them, their every day struggle to survive. It is savage and vibrant, peopled with characters, engaging, driven, vivid and alive.
I have experiential knowledge of this work; the chaotic and maniacal generational cycles of alcoholism, child and spousal abuse, from the inside looking out. My eyes have seen it, American Camp, Frail Monsters/Wounded Souls. My pen may speak it, Momma’s Rain.
Tracy Brennan,
Trace LiteraryAgency , will represent Momma’s Rain beginning this week. Momma’s Fire, the next novel in the series is on my desk. I’m two chapters in to its creation. I appreciate the support of my family and those who read and publish my work.
Synopsis
Momma’s Rain is the chronicle of a few years in the lives of a poor white family in in 1950’s, 1960’s America. It is a story of survival and love/hate, plain and not so simple.
The father and mother meet by chance in their teens.
He has a horrific past, his twin abandoned in an outhouse in the mountains on their fourth birthday, a choice his mother made on the order of the monster who would become his step-father. “I’ll raise one of your whelps; get rid of the other.” He would go on to raise the boy with an iron hand, his weapon of choice for punishment, a coal shovel.
She has a horrific past. Her father, ashamed to be the half-breed son of a white slaver and his Cherokee slave, keeps his wife and three daughters in a chicken coop converted to a single room dwelling behind the slaver’s manse in the Ozarks while he rides the rails across the days of the Great Depression, seeking a future and a tin damn dollar. The mother has a goiter on her throat, stumbles out onto the road, incoherent and unawares. Her daughters are deeded over to a Catholic orphanage where they spend the next 10 years. Momma is four-years-old, the youngest.
The young man, Daddy, is seventeen when they meet. The young woman, Momma, is eighteen. He is a confirmed alcoholic and is home on leave from a detention center. Momma falls in love with the straight young man and vows to save him. She is nineteen and he is eighteen when their first child is born. There will be 6 more children born over the next 10 years.
This story is about them, their every day struggle to survive. It is savage and vibrant, peopled with characters, engaging, driven, vivid and alive.
I have experiential knowledge of this work; the chaotic and maniacal generational cycles of alcoholism, child and spousal abuse, from the inside looking out. My eyes have seen it, American Camp, Frail Monsters/Wounded Souls. My pen may speak it, Momma’s Rain.
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