Oops! I was so busy writing today, I almost forgot to post my newswithviews column. So here it is.
I’ve been trying to hack my way through other jobs so I can go back to writing The Temptation, and finally managed it this morning. The story has been much on my mind. How much? Well, only ardent readers of my Bell Mountain books will appreciate this, but last night I dreamed my cousin married one of my villains, Ysbott the Snake. That startled me so much, it woke me up.
The weather is telling me I’d better shift into high gear if I want to finish writing The Temptation before it gets too cold to write outside. Yeah, I could work indoors–but when it comes to my books, I’d much rather work outdoors.
I’m typing up the latest chapter set, which will give me 25 completed chapters. The Lord has not yet shown me how to end the story. All sorts of action is going on, in and out of Obann City and the ruins of Old Obann: my characters are very busy. All I can do is pray for inspiration and plug on. I know from experience that the ending of the book will be given to me in a sudden burst: that’s how He likes to give it to me.
I really wonder what it’ll be!
Jack climbing the wall of the Palace of Obann–don’t look down, Jack!–had hardly a more difficult time than we’ve been having since our computer’s hard drive died last weekend. But like our hero, we’re making progress.
Tomorrow morning Adam the tech is coming over to re-install our regular computer. Thanks to the old keyboard here, I was able to write and send my Newswithviews column today. And among the many reasons why getting the old hoss back is a very good thing, I’m just about ready to type and submit another set of chapters of The Temptation.
What will Lord Chutt find as he digs up the ruins of Old Obann? Will Lord Orth come back, or will he venture farther into the East to preach to the Heathen? And will Gurun’s brothers finally make it to Lintum Forest, where their sister is?
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I got the quarterly sales figures for my books today. When I finished wailing and rending my garments, I comforted myself with the knowledge that at least they’re doing better than some other books, including these:
Hobart and Gzunt Go to the Foot Doctor. The oddly misshapen twins both think they have corns, but it turns out that nothing’s wrong.
The Homeless Person’s Guide to the Stock Market. They’re kidding, right?
Toward a Digital Future for the Teaching of Welsh Dialects in Tanzania’s Secondary Schools, with Japanese Subtitles. This one’ll set you back $549.99. No takers yet.
Joe Collidge’s Larn To tel Time! Boook.
This is the definitive manual for persons approaching their 35th birthdays and still in undergraduate studies, who have not yet mastered the skill of telling time by a clock or watch.
I’m sure there are others.
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The books are all available from amazon.com, or directly from the publisher, Storehouse Press via the Chalcedon Store at http://www.chalcedon.edu , and there are nine of them in the series so far, with No. 10 due to be published some months from now. But our advertising budget is small, microscopic even, and we are very much dependent on word-of-mouth recommendations from readers.
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All right, it’s our 40th anniversary today, it only comes around once in a lifetime (unless you get married real, real early and live a real long time), and until cat video time rolls around this evening, I’m going to stop working.
Because it finally stopped raining this morning, yielding to a sunny day that feels more like late September than early August, I was able to do some writing–and a most interesting discovery has been made in the ruins of Old Obann. And my whole marching and chowder society turned out–first a monarch butterfly, then a goldfinch, and lastly a rabbit who gave my feet and chair a friendly sniff before moving on to other business.
I remember one anniversary, years ago, which we spent at the Aberdeen Proving Ground in Maryland, where Patty posed for pictures with an assortment of lovingly-preserved World War II tanks: stood up there in the topless turret of a Soviet SU-76 assault gun like she owned the thing.
SU-76, sans Commander Patty
And was it hot that day! We would have loved to spend more time in the Proving Ground Museum, but the building was not air-conditioned and you could die in there, so out we came.
But that’s enough for now.
I’ve just finished typing up half a dozen new chapters of The Temptation and sending them to Susan. The action of the story is heating up, so I’ll have to get out there tomorrow with my legal pad to find out where it goes next. I also write my Newswithviews column today, and for some reason, I’m really tired.
What will happen as Lord Chutt tries to dig up the ruins of Old Obann? Well, I can’t tell you that, not yet.
To rest my mind, I’m re-reading M. R. James’ collected ghost stories–surely the best ghost stories ever written.
And now to see if my printer is agreeable to printing the new chapters.
I’ve typed up another 3,000+ words of The Temptation (Book No. 11 in my Bell Mountain series), and I am too pooped to pop. But I have to present these books in sets of four or five chapters at a time so that Susan can edit them. Just in case I take a wrong turn somewhere, I don’t want to have to find out after I’ve written the whole thing.
Boss Redegger the crime baron has returned, Lord Orth has to choose which way to go when both ways seem right, and there’s a lot going on in Old Obann (not a nice place). And Wytt has his hands full, trying to protect stupid humans…
I love doing this, and to God be the glory. He gives me these stories; I just do my best to write them down.