G’day! Byron the Quokka, back with comment contest news.
Would you believe it? Yesterday I announce we’ve only got 700 comments to go to get to 70,000, major milestone and all that, comment contest going, winner gets a book, etc., etc.–and today there’s just a single comment. It’s like telling everybody that the contest is reaching its crescendo… well, sort of shut them up. It’s like the director yells “Action!” and everybody just sits on the floor. Go figure!
Well, I told the guy he ought to offer a bicycle as the prize. Look behind me–there’s another perfectly good bike left standing there for anyone to take. Humans are so careless! You should put your bike lin your burrow when you aren’t using it.
Anyhow, the prize for No. 70,000 is an autographed copy of Lee’s new book, His Mercy Endureth Forever (instead of a bicycle–what can I say?), or you can hold out for the next book, The Wind from Heaven.
G’day! Byron the Quokka here, with comment contest news!
Who ever thought we’d someday have 70,000 comments here? Well, that day is coming soon! We have 69,235 comments now, and that means we have only 765 to go to reach 70,000!
That’s a big milestone, if you ask me–well, if you ask any quokka, not just me. And the winner who posts that big No. 70,000 will get an autographed copy of Lee’s book, His Mercy Endureth Forever. Or, if you don’t mind waiting a few months, you can hold out for a copy of Book No. 13 in the Bell Mountain series, The Wind from Heaven. I wish we could offer a bicycle, or a speedboat, or the deed to the city of Rangoon, but nobody ever listens to me.
It shouldn’t take that long to rack up 765 more comments. Everyone’s eligible, post as many comments as you please–and all comments are eligible unless they’re insulting, or include cuss words, or are just too inane to bother with. And if you’ve won before, you can win again. We don’t mind.
Kirk DouPonce has done it again. This is the gorgeous cover he’s come up with for The Wind from Heaven, Book No. 13 in my Bell Mountain series. A lack of skill at my end is why the picture is cut off from the top and bottom. So what you’re seeing here is, I guess, about three-quarters of the picture.
I don’t know when the book will be published: probably sometime this spring. If we still have a country by then, you’ll be able to order the book right here from this blog.
For many centuries the ocean has separated Obann from the rest of the world. What lies beyond it? Are there people on the other side–if there even is another shore? But if not, then were have those strange ships come from, and what does their coming mean?
Are there giants in Lintum Forest?
Yes, it’s the Bell Mountain story continued, with all your favorite characters and some new ones.
If you’re new to this blog and new to Bell Mountain–well, it wouldn’t be right for me to create a commercial for my own books. I’ve done it before, but I’m trying not to. Suffice it to say you can read all about all the books in the series just by clicking “Books.”
The last I heard of Ross, he was a little boy and his father, Mark Rushdoony, was reading my book, Bell Mountain, out loud to him at bedtime.
So it was a shock when we got our “Rushdoony 2020 Year in Review” yesterday… and there’s this guy in a cowboy hat, with a mustache, a grown man… and it’s Ross.
How did that happen? What does he mean, coming in here all grown up? I mean, it feels like I only wrote the book a couple of years ago. Next thing I know, Ross will be reading it to his own little boy or girl. And I’ll be checking for trilobites under the bed.
Does that mean I now have readers who hadn’t been born yet, when the book came out? True, they’d only be ten years old. But my wife and I were both reading for pleasure by the time we were ten.
My characters are getting older, too, with each new book in the series; but I can control that (I think).
Well, not to worry. Keep on going, bhai, keep on going. God’ll let you know when it’s time to stop.
As a writer, it distresses me to know so many people who never read. Oh, they’ll read a technical article or a manual, whatever, if it’s absolutely required of them for work–but a novel? Not on your life.
I think the way the public schools teach reading has a lot to do with it. As a little child, I couldn’t wait to learn to read. My mother, my aunts, my grandparents, were always reading. They read things to me. So I was just itching to be able to read for myself.
But in school they turn it into tedious work, dull, dry, please-make-it-stop…
If you’re a poor reader, then reading won’t be pleasant for you and you won’t have any desire for it. If I were your tutor, I could fix that for you: it’s not that hard, and I have the training for it. There are techniques that you can learn, that anyone can learn, which will enable you to read faster and with better comprehension; and by and by, reading won’t be painful for you anymore.
I doubt I can teach this in a series of blog posts. I suppose I could try, if enough of you wished it.
I do wish my own books could get a wider readership. They’re all available here, you know: just click “Books” on the home page. It’d be nice if we had them in the form of audiobooks; then all you’d need is an attention span.
But you must do some reading, or you wouldn’t be here at all. Do me a favor: go to the home page and click “Books,” browse a bit, and see what you think. What have you got to lose?
Jill at Chalcedon HQ today informed me that the first three books of my series (Bell Mountain, The Cellar Beneath the Cellar, and The Thunder King) are now available as Apple iBooks, which can be accessed via the app on your phone or ipad. I have no idea what I just said.
Anyhow, you can click the Apple icon on any of those three books, and you’re in business. Eventually all the books will be available as Apple iBooks. They’re going for $1.99.
I always have trouble wrapping my mind around the fact that in historically Christian countries–like the U.S. Canada, and Britain–there are people, born and raised in this country, who hate Christianity and embrace, with open eyes, alien moral standards dreamed up by crackpots and villains.
They can also look at Venezuela and still say, with a straight face, “Socialism works!”
One of Kirk’s models posing as Ellayne for the cover of “The Cellar Beneath the Cellar”
When I was writing horror novels in the 1980s, New York publishing houses had one rule for cover art: You’ll take what we give you, writer, like it or not!
I’ve had the good fortune to have artist Kirk DouPonce illustrate the covers for all the books in my Bell Mountain series. Unlike the way they do it in New York, Kirk reads the books he illustrates and confers with the writers. So he and I usually bat ideas back and forth until we find one that we both like.
Yesterday we agreed on a cover for No. 13, The Wind from Heaven. I really mustn’t tell you what it is; but I think it’s going to be great. He didn’t say how long it would take him to come up with a preliminary sketch: I don’t think it’s wise to pressure an artist to hurry.
And meanwhile I’m waiting for it to stop raining (three days in a row now!) so I can finish writing No. 14, Behold!
Now that I finally know what the climax of the story is, and where all the characters have to be when it happens… can I get it all written before the cold weather takes over?
I reckon I’ve got about a week’s worth of good writing days left. Can I wrap up the story, if I work real hard?
Bell Mountain No. 14, Behold!–it’s been a hard hike over rough terrain. Didn’t get the climax till just a few days ago. When that happens the writer runs a serious risk of having his characters just milling around. My editor says I have avoided that. I pray she’s right.
If I can write it like I’ve seen it, my climax will have been worth waiting for.
I got a surprise in the mail this morning–Joshua’s translation of my book, Bell Mountain, into Japanese. I can’t read a word of it, but this is just so cool! How many of us get to have our words translated into another language.
There’s a Bell Mountain in Portuguese, too.
Joshua worked very hard at this, and so did his mother, and it took them two years to finish the job. It was a labor of love, and I pray the book sells like hotcakes in Japan.