I've been floundering the last several months - okay, more like years - when it comes to my fiction writing. I've had so many false starts, some of them witnessed here, but recently I figured out a way to stay organized enough to work on polishing up my current WIP.
So in celebration, I'm attempting to figure out the genre because I may actually need to know in the near future. Here's the premise of the book.
Dang, I think this may have fit better in a different area. Sorry.
So in celebration, I'm attempting to figure out the genre because I may actually need to know in the near future. Here's the premise of the book.
Does this seem to fit into Interstitial?Combat medic, Warren Jacobs was there when Sergeant DeHaven died in the field. Five years later, he can still feel the blood on his hands and his mind refuses to allow him to deal with horrors he witnessed. He performs triage nightly in his sleep, watches the streets outside his apartment for the enemy, and hears the mortars even when he’s awake. Warren brought the war and the men he lost home with him.
Sergeant DeHaven doesn’t believe he’s dead. He also doesn’t yet realize he has a choice to make; hang on to Warren, unconsciously blaming him for not making it home to his wife and baby, or move on to the next life and the next war.
Warren’s attempts to reintegrate into civilian life after being medically discharged are failing and he’s fading into his memories as he follows DeHaven through a nightmarish purgatory. Both men will face the jungles of Vietnam, stand with the waning allied forces in Bastogne, and walk beside the sentinel who guards the tomb of the Unknowns. But Dehaven will sit with Satan and smoke a cigarette with a janitorial angel before his choice is made. Hopefully it will be before Warren’s tenuous hold on reality is severed completely.
Dang, I think this may have fit better in a different area. Sorry.
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