Storm Sewer

I live in a house next to a Storm Sewer.  It can be rather scary at times during summer months when the rain is heavy, like it's doing now with the floods across Colorado. 

After we'd moved in, I would take my dog for a walk on various paths each morning and came across lids above creeks that would say Storm Sewer across them. After some years had passed, my walks grew longer so naturally I would pass more Storm Sewer lids every morning.

I'd been searching for ideas where the abuse would occur between the priests and the children but I'd struggled to find something that would measure up to my expectations.  Those expectations being that no matter how weary I became while writing The PriVILEged, I would need a symbol of sorts that would remind me of the worth to press on and write when doing so was the last thing on my mind.

I finally got the hint and wrote down the words Storm Sewer on a napkin after my walk one morning and began to play with the letters and the words hoping to find a hidden treasure.  The idea that there was a Storm Sewer drain next to every catholic church had merit to it.  A Storm Sewer had that "ick' factor, cold and hidden.

After a few days, I was able to turn Storm Sewer into Mr Wet Sores.  From there, I couldn't wait to write the first session between Matty and Billie.