I am waiting for the 13th book in the Bell Mountain series to be published (can’t imagine what’s delayed it!), No. 14 is written, and I’ve just started writing No. 15, The Witch Box. There are those who say the series is too long; but I’m still very far away from catching up Tarzan, Hercule Poirot, Rick Brant, Freddy the Pig, et al. Edgar Rice Burroughs grew weary of Tarzan, and Agatha Christie would have gladly pitched Poirot into a tar pit; but I still love my characters. Besides, there are always new ones that come along, and I never know where they’re going to take me.
I don’t know what’s holding up The Wind from Heaven, but it should become available any day now.
Meanwhile, we have a mostly empty house today; and although I know Big Tech is stifling Christian bloggers left and right, I still have to try to get my view numbers back up to where they were last year.
Contests? Everybody like contests–right?
How’s this for an idea? (I won’t bother with it if it doesn’t excite interest.) A hymn contest along the lines of our annual Christmas carol contest. Within a set time limit, the person who requested the hymn that received the most views on the day it was requested will win the prize: an autographed copy of The Wind from Heaven or a cool red-and-white T-shirt bearing the quote, “If they have to kill us, they’ve lost.” Wear it to the supermarket and collect dirty looks from liberals!
Anyhow, that’s my suggestion for trying to liven things up around here. I’m tired of losing one, two, three thousand views a month compared to last year.
Should we do it? Are you ready to play? Please let me know.
They’re calling it a Paraceratherium, but I prefer the old name, Baluchitherium. Roy Chapman Andrews found one during his Gobi Desert expeditions in the 1920s. Specimens have also been found throughout Asia, with hints its range may have reached into eastern Europe. (Some call it the Indricothere. This can get confusing.)
This one’s four times the size of a full-grown elephant, and supposedly lived some 26 million years ago. Some of you won’t be buying that, but let it go for now. Whatever its age, there it is–a hornless rhino like a walking building.
I’ve always loved this creature. This is the great beast King Ryons rode to the rescue of the city of Obann.
Can you imagine seeing one of these? It was as big as a fair-sized dinosaur. There must be a limit to how big a mammal can grow–but have we seen that limit yet?
I’ve got a title for the new book I’ve just started writing–Let Shut the Doors of Heaven. How’s that? I can always change it, but at least now it gives me a destination toward which to guide the story.
As for The Wind from Heaven, I have no idea what’s holding up its release–but it’ll be worth waiting for.
Meanwhile, blog traffic here is down to a trickle, I don’t know why, using key words has had no effect whatsoever, and I now have to work twice as hard to get only half the results.
Let me know what you think of my title. Does it say “Pick me up and read me”?
It was all I could do to crank out two and a half pages today. Holy moly, it’s hot! But if I try to write indoors, I’ll be interrupted again and again by nuisance phone calls.
In writing a continuing series, each new book has to pick up where the previous book left off. Can’t expect the reader to remember! It’s hard enough for me to remember. I have to revisit the last manuscript again and again, lest I forget where I put the various characters and why I put them there. Only then can I launch into the next story.
I don’t have a title yet, and that’s a handicap. I’m working on a book that will have two different climaxes. One is already in the bag, and I thank the Lord for that. But the other is still up in the air. The title will somehow have to link the two together. I pray it’ll soon pop into my head.
Okay! I’ve written the first few pages of my new book, as yet untitled–although I do have a chapter title: “The Blow Will Fall on Durmurot,” the most indefensible city in all Obann.
I do need a book title, but that, I pray, will come. I worked outside until it got too hot: indoors, we get too many nuisance robo-calls. I will soon know how many times I can say “Bite me” to a robot. Not much point to that, although I do need to vent from time to time.
Poor Durmurot. All they want to do is produce enough copies of the Scriptures to distribute all throughout Obann–and across the mountains, too, if possible. General Born refuses to send any more military aid to Durmurot, and he may be acting wisely. We shall see.
But what’s going on in Lintum Forest might be an even bigger danger. Wish I knew exactly what it was! But that’ll come, too.
Meanwhile, Chalcedon’s crack editorial staff has begun work on Book No. 14, Behold!, and No. 13, The Wind from Heaven, is being printed and will go on sale any day now.
How many books will there be in the series?
As many as God gives me. That’s all I know about it.
Uintatherium: I really must find a way to bring this animal into the story.
Okay! I’ve got a way to start the book, I’ve got a climax, and I’ve got a new villain! I don’t have a title yet, but I think what I do have is sufficient to get the next book started. Maybe tomorrow, if it doesn’t rain.
You may think it strange that the first thing that comes to me is the climax of the story, but it’s happened before. It gives me a goal toward which I can steer the story.
Will Jack and Ellayne get married? Will the new government in Obann City survive? And what about that ancient artifact that seems to show the distant future? The villain’s name is Gree, and he used to be the curator of Lord Reesh’s museum of ancient artifacts. He’s now a self-styled philosopher, and it’s a very big mistake to trust him.
And what about that huge armada that’s going to be launched at the defenseless city of Durmurot?
I’ve got to get all these matters taken care of before the next snow falls.
Ah! I’ve finished that book review. And The Wind from Heaven, I’m told, is at the printer’s–so it’ll go on sale any day now.
Now I want to start a new book! Patty says, “There’s nothing that says you have to write a book a year.” But I want to write one. I love writing these books. Such a welcome break from the nooze! Besides which, I want to know what happens next.
But I need a title, and I need some kind of opening scene to link the new book to Behold! I am waiting for the Lord to give me these blessings.
No, I won’t mark time by writing “The” Calecktid Wizdumb of Joe Collidge… Don’t want to drive myself bonkers, do I?