Seen on the way to Durmurot–grumbly Glyptodons
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.
May my work be fruitful in God’s service.
In spite of multitudinous distractions, I’ve finished writing the first three chapters of my new book, Behold! I don’t know where I’m going, but that’s nothing new. I may need a better title by and by, but none has yet presented itself to me.
Meanwhile, Jack and Ellayne have seen glyptodons (see illustration) on their way to Durmurot, Ebed is aboard a ship from the Lost Continent, the new government of Obann City is trying to clean up the mess left by Lord Chutt’s usurpation, Ysbott the Snake is on his way to further mischief, and the old rat who lives under the baroness’ kitchen is having premonitions of bad times to come.
This will be Bell Mountain No. 14–who would’ve thought it?–and we’re no editing No. 13, The Wind from Heaven. No. 12, His Mercy Endureth Forever, is available from the Chalcedon Foundation (www.chalcedon.edu/store/ ) and, in Kindle format, from amazon.com.
It makes a welcome break from nooze. Which is a good reason for you to buy it.
Hi, Mr. Nature here. We’ve been sort of on an armadillo kick around here lately, so let me introduce you to a prehistoric armadillo that was roughly the size and shape of a classic Volkswagen Bug.
They were called glyptodons and there were a number of different species. They aren’t actually armadillos, but the DNA in their fossils suggests they were closely related to modern armadillos. They lived in South America, with a few eventually moving north and winding up in Florida–sort of like humans, when we move south.
Glyptodons are now extinct, which is only to say there don’t seem to be any of them left on earth. But God created them and pronounced them good, and has the entire universe at His disposal. It may be that someday we’ll see glyptodons again–and I’d like that very much.