All I know about this book is its title–Ozias, Prince Enthroned–and that it’s the second book of a trilogy. That’s all I’ve got so far, plus bits and pieces left undone in the first book, Ozias, Prince in Peril.
It’s been my custom, in writing the novels in my Bell Mountain series, to wait for the Lord to give me the story He wants me to tell. I can’t make it happen, can’t force it. And it hasn’t happened yet.
Ozias lived some 2,000 years before his descendant, King Ryons, and some 1,000 before the destruction of Obann’s Empire in the Day of Fire. He was the last king of Obann, for two thousand years, chosen by the grace of God; and his throne was ultimately taken from him by his enemies. Obann had to wait for two millenia before another king was anointed.
I’d very much like to get going on this, the days are flashing by; but I have to wait. Sometimes it’s a dream that gets me started. Or an idea or an image breaks into something else I’m doing at the time. A whole unwritten novel stands between now and the third book of the trilogy: Ozias, King Betrayed. I do have a better idea of what that one is about.
The Ocean of Time is waiting to be published–early next year, I hope.
So I wait. I have yet to wait in vain… but I’m still not used to it.
Psalm 46:10.
It doesn’t take a lot, just one idea, an image, or even a question, which can spark the inspiration for a book. My book “Reindeer,” began when I thought about something, a childish question I have heard throughout the years; what does a frog in a blender really look like? When I told a friend of mine that that idea/question might make for a good book, she said: “That’s a stupid idea.” Unperturbed because of that comment, a 17 chapter, 400 word book was the result.
I am sure you will be able to develop or acquire an idea from somewhere, just give it time, and it will come.
I know I shouldn’t worry about it… bad habit.