I’ve just finished writing another chapter set of Behold!, Book No. 14 of my Bell Mountain series. Meanwhile, No. 12, His Mercy Endureth Forever, is kind of clunking along and No. 13, The Wind from Heaven, is being edited and needs cover art.
I’ll have to get this chapter set typed up and sent to Susan for editing, and then write fast to get it done before the weather gets too cold. This is hard because I don’t yet know how the story is going to turn out. The Lord hasn’t yet given me that.
There are readers who say “Enough already, put Bell Mountain to bed.” Others say, “Oh, no–keep going!” But it’s not entirely up to me. I can only write what the Lord gives me. And at this point I’ve been writing these books long enough not to know what I’d do without them. I admit it: I would miss them. A lot.
Well, how about a book update, then? And meanwhile the latest addition to my Bell Mountain series, His Mercy Endureth Forever, doesn’t seem to have quite hit the mark on amazon.com.
Every day it doesn’t rain, I’m outside, writing Behold!, longhand on a legal pad. I got a nice piece of it done this morning.
But if you’re going to ask me, “Behold what?”, I’m afraid I don’t yet know. The title just popped into my head, so I used it. I suppose I could change the title, but I like to write these books according to the guidance I receive from the Lord, day by day. So I still don’t know what anybody in the story is going to behold. I’ve been in this situation many times before, though, and the Lord has never left me hanging.
Sometimes writing a novel is like playing chess. You have all these pieces to move, and if you can steer them into the right configuration, you’ll be in position to deliver checkmate. In the novel you’re moving characters, not chessmen; and for the story to turn out right, each character has to be moved into the right place to deliver the story’s climax.
With this book I feel like something’s got to come together soon because the warm weather won’t last but a month or two longer and I just can’t write fiction indoors. Too many distractions. But if it’s really cold outside, the ink won’t come out of my pen.
Congratulations to Phoebe, who has posted our 65,000th comment and thus won our current comment contest!
Phoebe, you get to pick your prize–either a paddle ball toy, or an autographed copy of my book, His Mercy Endureth Forever. If you pick the fli-back, it’s guaranteed your cat will someday make the little rubber ball disappear. But whatever you choose, please email me your mailing address.
Several readers came close to winning at the last minute–we had kind of a photo finish.
Now, then, if I can ever get this blog’s viewership numbers back to normal, I think we’ll have another contest when we approach 70,000 comments.
I really hoped we’d have a comment contest winner yesterday, but it didn’t happen. And today, so far, we have zero comments!
Did I mention the winner, the reader who posts Comment No. 65,000, gets an autographed paddle ball? Like this:
And of course this gigantic picture comes up when I was shooting for just a little-bitty one. Looks like it’s going to be that kind of day.
Or you can win an autographed copy of Lee’s new book, His Mercy Endureth Forever.
If nobody comments, then no one will win either of these fantastic spiffy prizes. I told him the prize ought to be a bicycle: he’d be combin’ comments out of his hair this morning. I told him, but does he listen? Crikey! At the rate he’s going, this blog’ll disappear altogether by Saturday. And there’ll be no one left to help us open Quokka University.
G’day! Byron here, with an important announcement.
There are only 300 comments to go before we hit 65,000! And whoever posts that milestone comment wins a prize. Either an autographed copy of Lee’s new book, His Mercy Endureth Forever…
Or, if you prefer, an autographed fli-back, paddle ball toy for those of you who are as daft as he is.
He’ll autograph that, too, so no one will think you went out to the Five & Ten and bought it yourself just so you could say you won it. I know a certain wallaby who does that… I don’t know who he thinks he’s fooling anymore.
And all you have to do to win either of these fantastic prizes is to post a comment! (Not just any comment. It has to be Comment No. 65,000. Thought I’d better clear that up.)
How soon can we get to 65,000 comments? At the moment, we have 64,205–that’s just 795 to go.
The lucky winner will get an autographed copy of Bell Mountain No. 12, His Mercy Endureth Forever. Or you can win a paddle ball toy, if you’d prefer. But the book has giant hyenas in it. That’s got to count for something.
The book’s not selling that well, blog traffic has trickled down to 2015 levels, and I have no idea what to do to pump things up around here. I am advised not to resort to using click bait or misleading headlines. How about more recipes by some guy who can’t cook? That would be me.
I wonder if the nooze has made enough people depressed enough so that it reaches all the way down to this obscure blog and depresses the viewership. That’s just a theory. I welcome your speculations.
G’day! Byron the Quokka here, reminding you that we have a comment contest going and there are prizes to be won. We’re shooting for Comment No. 65,000, with just under a thousand left to go. And the winner gets–
Or you can have an autographed copy of Lee’s book, His Mercy Endureth Forever. (It has giant hyenas in it!) Don’t bother asking for a bicycle. Believe me, I’ve tried.
All comments are eligible, with just these few exceptions: comments that are abusive to anybody on this site; comments that drop the f-bomb; commercials disguised as comments; and inane Far Left Crazy stuff . Other than that, anything goes.
And need I add that if we can get the viewership back up to where it was all year until July and now August came along, we’ll be saving my job?
Agatha Christie kept writing Hercule Poirot for many years after she got tired of him, mostly because readers wanted him. Ditto Conan Doyle and Sherlock Holmes: when Doyle killed off Holmes, readers practically rose up in arms and forced him to bring Holmes back. And Edgar Rice Burroughs kept writing Tarzan long, long after he’d lost all interest in the character… because Tarzan paid the bills.
Lately I’ve been hearing from people who say enough’s enough already, please, no more Bell Mountain books! Happily none of them are my editors or publishers. But if the readers are tired of my books, what excuse would I have to keep on writing them?
Twelve of the books have been published, with No. 13 waiting in the wings and No. 14 being written. No. 12, His Mercy Endureth Forever, has not been well received. Even though it has giant hyenas in it.
A few comments don’t constitute a groundswell of non-support. Then again, several books ago, I wasn’t getting any “too much” comments at all.
So I have to decide what’s right to do. I pray for guidance. I listen to what readers have to say.
(No! I am not going to switch over to Oy, Rodney…)
I want to spend the rest of this afternoon working on my new Bell Mountain book, Behold! And I wonder when I’m going to get some amazon customer reviews of No. 12, His Mercy Endureth Forever.
Meanwhile, I’m several thousand views down from my total for July of 2019, which is Verizon’s fault, internet outage and all. I wonder when the views will come back to where they were. Nothing I can do about it but to keep on working.
I have no idea where Behold! is going. God hasn’t shown it to me yet. I think (but I don’t know!) that the distant past and the distant future are going to clash somewhere.
Oh, for a glass of golden wine from Durmurot! Or a nip of stout Ninneburky ale.
So I finally got an amazon customer review for Bell Mountain No. 12, His Mercy Endureth Forever–and the guy panned it. Two stars.
It’s a waste of time trying to tell anybody why he should have liked something or other, but gee whiz. This book is unsuitable for young readers because some of the characters who are supposed to be the good guys… tell lies. Gallgoid, the chief spy, tells porkies to the bad guys. You mean he shouldn’t do that? This is supposed to be “un-Christian.” But in the Bible, Rahab is praised for hiding the Israelite spies and lying to deceive the men who are hunting for them; and Jehosheba is praised for hiding the baby prince when the wicked queen, Athalia, tried to kill off the royal family. Like, Rahab should’ve said, “I cannot tell a lie. The Israelites are hiding on my roof.” Really? Like, instead of hiding the Jews, you should’ve told the Nazis where they were?
The reader also expressed a feeling that Bell Mountain has just gone on too long, on and on without getting anywhere. Do any of you think so? I’ve heard from people who don’t want the series ever to end. Well, there’s no pleasing everybody.
Even so, I’d love to know what some of you think of this book, His Mercy. And then there’s The Wind from Heaven next, and I’m working on Behold! So we can’t stop the series just yet.
Anyway, writers live on feedback, it’s food and drink to us. Just sayin’….