Tripio The Novel

How I found my mind, brewed some coffee, and learned to write novels.

     Yesterday when my son came home from work he announced he was moving back out of the house. It was only a matter of time. He had lived away at Purdue for four years and has quite a good job and a nice new car. Still, I was in no hurry to see him go, for a million reasons which I don’t have the time to go into in this post. The only relevant one for today is that he is a vital part of my tech support, self tasked with helping me publish Tripio and develop this blog.

       

     Tripio is my “Starbucks novel”. I am blogging and posting quite a bit about Starbucks for a million reasons, which I don’t have time to go into in this post. But if Starbucks is the body of Tripio and Jay trying to write his first novel is the mind of Tripio, then starting a family is the heart and soul of Tripio.

    I can’t spoil the end of Tripio. It is far, far better for both of us if you buy a copy and read it for yourself, discovering and unearthing Tripio’s own unique significance for you.  My tech support son appears in the epilogue of Tripio as a much, much younger man. His announced departure has prompted a desire to post about the end of Tripio. Yet I am finding it impossible to do so without revealing the outcome of this heart and soul plot line of Tripio.

     I am conflicted this morning. Which makes sense, because in the book, Jay spends a good deal of time conflicted as well. Conflict is partly what I hope anyone feels when reading Tripio. Because Jay’s internal conflict is what drives Tripio. The energy generated by his internal conflict is the life force of Tripio. There would be no book without it. Jay’s energy in the book is not always good. He is afraid of his future and that fear prompts selfish and terrible thoughts in his mind.                

         As I started this post I heard my son’s alarm  going off upstairs. As I finish, he has left for his job. I will miss him, his car in the driveway and his vegan foods in the fridge, among a million other things which I don’t have time to go into in this post. When you are finished reading Tripio, it is also my hope you will empathize and understand why.

                                     ‘May I help who’s next?”

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