Anaconda Means Hope

The crazy Australian dude was in over his head in the Amazon, wrestling with a slippery, writhing, enormous snake. Gasping for air and covered with mud, he appeared for a second to shout to the viewers at home: "She's a beauty, isn't she?"

That's how I feel about the character in Asha Means Hope, the novel I've been working on all summer. Asha is my anaconda, and as I write the last part of her story, she keeps slipping out of my grasp. Will I drown? Sometimes it feels like it. The insane herpetologist eventually mastered his beloved, gave us a close look at her, and then set her free. I hope I can do the same with mine.