My "House" novel, now going by the name In the Memory House is nearing first draft completion. First draft completion doesn't mean much in my book. As a writer, I am a "pantser" for the most part, one of those free spirits wandering through the plot, dropping suspense and characterization along the way. The characters tend to reveal themselves better this way...
But then I have to pick up the pieces. My lead, a graduate student in psychology, has really shown me dark and secret corners of her life.
Now I have to go back and makes sure the early, more "private" chapters work.
From one of the final chapters:
Kelsey glanced once more at the door, took a breath, and plunged into the dark, groping with both hands now, reaching in front of her and to the sides to find the layout of the space. Her knuckles dragged against stone. She stopped, felt on both sides, and noted a rough, circular cavern. Her hands played with its boundaries. Behind her, the door had vanished, leaving no lingering ambient light.
She found herself in a cave. She hadn't stepped inside a cave since she was eight.
What are some of your most-powerful childhood memories?