A Strange Experience for a Writer

All right! The Temptation is out there now, and at least its Kindle sales are off to a good start (it’ll be another week before the paperback is available).

But I can’t get too wrapped up in that now, because the warm weather is coming and I want to be ready to start writing the next book, as soon as the Lord gives me the go-ahead. A title, a new character, a new place–whatever He gives me to be the seed of the story, that’s what I’ll worth with.

Before I can do that, though, I have to re-read Bell Mountain No. 12, His Mercy Endureth Forever: because, when you’re writing a series, it’s incredibly easy to forget which details belong in which book or simply to forget things altogether. So out comes the manuscript.

Now, how do I say this without sounding like a fat-head? Never mind, I’ll try.

I wrote the book. No doubt of it. But when I sit there and read it, it feels like I’m reading something that someone else has written. “How did I ever think of that?” I wind up wondering. Worse–I begin to feel like I’m reading about real people and things that really happened. It’s… well, weird.

I’ve said before, the books are smarter than I am. Give God the glory for that!