You’re not going to believe this story. Maybe that’s for the best. To tell you the truth, I don’t know if I really believe it myself anymore. Maybe it’s just a story I tell myself so that I won’t have to remember the Truth. But Terrence is dead; that much you can believe.
He should have been the one to write this, Terence I mean. He was always real good with this kind of thing. But now he’s gone, and it’s just me left to tell the tale. You probably won’t believe it, but for my sake, for Terrence’s sake, remember.
The Mulch Pile lives! If you’ve been following this blog for very long, you know that this is a project I’ve been working on for a while.
You could say it has its roots all the way back in my childhood when my dad dug into our garden mulch pile and told me to put my hand inside. I lowered my palm into that cavity and felt waves of heat coming off the rotting vegetables and grass clippings inside. It totally creeped me out.
Years later, in 2009 to be exact, while I was casting about for a concept for my National Novel Writing Month novel, the idea of a monster mulch pile sprang into my head, and I knew that was the story I was going to write.
I had to write it. Because no one else was going to.
But along the way it became so much more. I’m not much a fan of pantsing these days, but in the November of 2009 sitting in Walmart’s parking lot with my laptop, pounding away on this story when I should have been eating lunch, pantsing took me to a place I never dreamed of finding.
And instead of writing a simple story about a monster mulch pile, I uncovered layers of meaning about brotherhood, identity, and the dark side of love.
Consequently, this story is really two stories. One is the story you will read. The other is the story between the lines.
Confused? Think of it like this painting:
On the one hand you can see a normal bowl of vegetables. But hidden within those vegetables is a pattern of something far stranger.
Similarly The Mulch Pile has two sides. One side is about a monster mulch pile. The other side…well let’s not spoil that shall we?
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I’m really excited about this story, guys. It’s been a long time in the birthing, but I’m thrilled to be finally releasing it into the wild.
And, as always, if you enjoy reading it half as much as I enjoyed writing it, my work will have been worth it all.