Spring is in the air, and once it’s here for good, I’ll want to get busy with the next Bell Mountain book.
I don’t think I’ll be using the lake monster from The Temple, but really, you never know.
The way it works, I have to wait for the Lord to give me the seed of a story. It might be a dream, or a new character that pops into my head, or a compelling incident, or something as simple as a title. Then I can get going. I can’t actually generate one of these books on purpose. It doesn’t work that way.
Of course, I did leave some loose ends to tie up, as I concluded His Mercy Endureth Forever–with, I might add, a climax that was completely unexpected but also wholly logical. Who’s in charge, in Obann City? Whose ships are those, out there on the sea?
I wish I knew!