As you’ll know if you’ve been following this blog, I write my Bell Mountain novels piece by piece, as God gives them to me. I don’t dope them out beforehand; instead, I wait for what He gives me. This can lead to a certain amount of artistic uncertainly, but it’s also very exciting.
For years, now, I’ve been wondering why the people of Obann shun the sea, but are unable to explain why. What happened to make the sea so dreadful to them? It must have been something to do with the Day of Fire, in which God destroyed their civilization a thousand years ago. But what could it have been?
As of today, I know!
I never expected this to be any part of the book I’m writing now, The Silver Trumpet: but suddenly I see that it really has to be. History, even ancient history, never dies; like it or not, the past is always part of the present. It has shaped the present and will shape the future. It’s a continuum of everything that’s happened, and can nowhere be cut off.
I can hardly wait to get to work on this tomorrow.
I love it when stuff like that happens 😀
As a writer I love it when that happens. 🙂 Can’t wait to find out why when I get to The Silver Trumpet!
Well, I’ve got to finish writing it first…
I purchased BELL MOUNTAIN for my kindle a while ago – while reading a recent article of yours I was reminded of my purchase and so picked up my kindle. Finished reading it last night. I liked it so much – love that the truth is told in allegory – love that it is told without preaching – it was moving. Thanks. I look forward reading the continued adventures.
It means a lot to me, for you to say that! Thank you, Nancy.