
(Freddy the pig, as illustrated by Kurt Wiese)
These past few days, about the only time I feel normal is when I’m writing my book, Ozias, Prince Enthroned. The rest of the time, the arthritis in my hip and leg beats up on me non-stop… and the cancer diagnosis is a serious distraction. Next Wednesday they’ll give me a pelvic MRI. I’ve had worse.
Ah! But is it a good book? Well, I’m the last one on the planet who can tell you that. If it were a bad one, it wouldn’t be a comfort to me. I’m now in what I expect to be the final set of chapters. To me it seems so far, so good. But Steve McQueen once said you could say that before you hit the ground after falling out of a third-story window. [Numerous points for knowing in which movie he said that.]
Heading into a battle in which he’ll be outnumbered three to one, King Ozias is distracted by the fleeting presence of a prophet who might not be a man, but an angel. His enemy, Queen Maressa, has also seen it. I already know how this is going to turn out, but that’s all I dare say about it.
Other than that I’m very thankful that God has given me this work. I’ll try to do my very best.







