The fall season has its charm and beauty, but today, despite abundant sunshine, it’s just too cold to go outside and write.
I have one more chapter set to go, to finish The Wind From Heaven. Due to the late spring we had this year, I wasn’t able to start writing this book until May 24 . Usually I start in April. By working extra-hard for four months, I’m now racing the weather down the home stretch. I pray this coming week is somewhat warmer.
Jack’s had prophetic dreams again–dreams he doesn’t understand. Lord Orth has had to risk his life by returning to Obann City. Great ships coming from who knows where have been sighted off Durmurot. Lord Chutt has made mischief like no one ever dreamed he’d make. And Ebed, the orphan boy who spies for Gallgoid in the city, is about to go to sea–something that no one in Obann has done for a thousand years. And don’t even ask what Ysbott’s doing.
All this and more–you can see I’ve got my hands full.
Can I do in five months what usually takes me seven? And will it turn out right?