By now, I think, most of the regular visitors to my blog have already bought my books. But I live in hope that every day brings visitors who’ve never been here before and haven’t heard of my books.
Well, it’s easy to find out all about them. Just click “Books” at the top of the page, and you’ll see covers, descriptions, and sample chapters of all nine in the series–with No. 10, The Silver Trumpet, currently being made ready for publication.
Sorry for the commercial, but I do have to do this now and then.
I’ve just finished going over the first edits of Bell Mountain No. 10, The Silver Trumpet. I’m always amazed at the errors that can crop up in a manuscript–but we’re repairing them. And Kirk DouPonce will be on board to create the cover at. As you can see by the example above, he does good work!
And now I’m tired, it’s over 90 degrees outside today, and I’ve got to unwind before supper.
Sometimes I like to listen to shows dealing with paranormal phenomena, spooky stuff, etc. Here and there you find a truly puzzling case. You also find a lot of twaddle. I usually run out of patience when they start talking about “unexplained mysteries.” Uh, if they’ve been explained, then they aren’t mysteries anymore, are they?
Still haven’t got Robbie eating normally again. *sigh* We’ll see what the vet says when we bring her in. Thank you all for your prayers, and please keep them coming.
Sometimes a day of tracking the news just knocks the stuffing out of me. This hymn, and God’s grace, puts it back in: Who Would True Valor See, words by John Bunyan–who knew a thing or three about these things!–with music by Maddy Prior and the Carnival Band.
Meanwhile, what can be done for a great city sliding into sin? That was a sticking-point today, for my new book, The Temptation. And, as He has so often done before, the Lord gave me the next step in telling the story–something I never would have thought of on my own. Something that, quite frankly, blew me away.
For which I give Him the glory and my thanks, and pray my work will be fruitful in His service.
One of the unusual animals you’ll encounter in my books…
Don’t let anyone tell you writing a fantasy novel is easy.
Somehow today I have finished another half-dozen chapters in my new Bell Mountain book, The Temptation (No. 11 in the series), which is beginning to live up to its title. I give God the glory for that.
Robbie is all wiped out from her visit to the vet, Peep is hissing and growling at us because we have a vet’s office smell on us, Patty is trying to do more paperwork for Aunt Joan’s Medicaid while fearing for the health of our poor cat, and our poor country is being torn apart by lunatics. Other than that, everything’s just ticketty-boo.
The book soldiers on. Lord Chutt might be cracking up, and maybe the whole city of Obann with him. We shall see. I won’t know what happens till I write it.
Books don’t write themselves. You have to be there, writing them. This has been difficult for me, these past two weeks: doctor appointments, car inspection, really horrible weather, and so on.
Nevertheless, I plug away at it, trusting in the Lord to give me the story that He wants me to tell. Ten chapters of Book No. 11, The Temptation, are written. Fnaa, King Ryons’ double, has just gone down in history, although he doesn’t know it yet. Lord Orth is preparing for a long missionary trip into the Wallekki country. And if you haven’t read any of my Bell Mountain books so far, those last two sentences won’t make a lick of sense.
It has become necessary to re-visit Old Obann, the massive ruins across the river from the living city. It was the capital of Obann’s empire, destroyed by God’s wrath in the Day of Fire. It is not a nice place. I wouldn’t recommend messing about with it, but Lord Chutt, the usurper-in-chief, never listens to me. He has plans.
I won’t find out what happens next until I write it.
It’s been raining all day long. I’ve been working on preparing the first six chapters of The Temptation for my editor, while Patty toils away through the infinite amount of paperwork required by the government to get Aunt Joan on Medicaid. Our cats have conked out. Even the traffic on this blog has slowed to less than a crawl.
Anyhow, check out the picture–a beast of this general description plays a dramatic role in Bell Mountain No. 10, The Silver Trumpet. It’s not a nice animal and it doesn’t do nice things. But it is an interesting animal.
Time to stop writing for a while: I’m kind of tuckered out. I’ll be back when it’s time for a cat video.
My wretched sinuses have gone back to sleep, and today I finally was able to start typing up the first six chapters of my new book, The Temptation (No. 11 of my Bell Mountain series). Two chapters now in the can!
Will it have giant flightless birds in it (see above)? You bet! It will also have heroes and villains, courage and cowardice, the whole shootin’ match. Not to mention a couple of new characters who have just recently shown up at my door.
Meanwhile, there’s a comment contest going. Whoever posts Comment No. 15,000 wins an autographed book. There are about 300 comments to go, so don’t say I didn’t give you notice. Anyone can play, and all comments are eligible except for comments abusive to anybody else on this site, or containing profanity or blasphemy, commercials thinly disguised as comments, or remarks simply too inane to be considered.
I will try to arrange a gaudier prize–say a six-week Caribbean cruise aboard the luxury liner Patna, much refurbished since Lord Jim abandoned it–but of course I can’t promise to pull it off.
I was stuck at the bank all morning, arranging Aunt Joan’s finances and providing for her continued care. After what seems like an eternity of frustrated wanderings in a bureaucratic labyrinth, that business seems to be just about done.
It’s been a week since the Lord gave me, out of the blue, a big chunk of the plot of my new book, The Temptation (that would be No. 11 in my Bell Mountain series), and I have steamed ahead to write five chapters of it. Considering all the interruptions and distractions, not bad!
What kind of distractions? Well, yesterday the cops showed up to lead away some guy next door, after cuffing his hands behind his back. He was shirtless. I don’t know who he was or what he might have done, but it was pretty distracting.
Ah! But Lord Chutt found himself in a serious spot of trouble yesterday, and against my expectations, Ysbott the Snake has, at least for the time being, bailed him out of it. I can hardly wait to see what happens next.
But first I’ve got to write it.
It was just about bedtime last night, and I wanted to thank all of you who wished me a happy birthday, so I thought I’d do it as a brief post.
It was my hope yesterday to spend a lot of time writing the opening chapters of my new book, but what with one thing after another, I didn’t get to do much. So there I was, just before going up to bed, typing my thank-you post–and suddenly, half the new book (or more!) was in my head!
Never happened quite like that before. I’ve gotten climaxes and whole chapters while walking up a flight of stairs, or a few blocks down the sidewalk–but never such a huge chunk of a book. I had to stop, sit up, and blink my eyes. Then the excitement set in, and getting to sleep seemed unlikely for a little while.
And so it seems the book is going to go in a direction neither I nor the characters in the story ever expected; and yet, when I think about it, it makes perfect sense. One of those “Why didn’t I think of that much earlier?” moments.
I always ask the Lord to give me the story that He wants me to tell.
So He gave me a big piece of it, a few minutes before midnight, on my birthday.
I think I’ve gone way past the point of any expectation that I can teach anyone how to write a novel.