Fall is here, all right. Summer quits the stage, in obedience to the Director.
And I am almost done writing “The Throne,” the ninth book of my Bell Mountain series. Just applying the finishing touches.
I don’t know about other writers, but when I finish writing a book, I have a sense of loss–like, now what do I do? I’ve been at this since the start of spring, and now it’s fall and it’s over. It’s like raising a child to the point where he grows up and leaves home to make his own way in the world. Only of course your book never winds up moving back in because he’s made a mess of things. Your book never goes to collidge and winds up being a chowderhead.
I can’t just whip right into another book, and I don’t understand writers who say they can. It takes me months and months to come up with ideas for the next story in the series.
How many will I wind up writing? As many as the Lord lets me. The story of Obann is a kind of history, and history doesn’t stop. I will continue for as long as I can.