I don’t know what’s holding up The Wind from Heaven, but it should become available any day now.
Meanwhile, we have a mostly empty house today; and although I know Big Tech is stifling Christian bloggers left and right, I still have to try to get my view numbers back up to where they were last year.
Contests? Everybody like contests–right?
How’s this for an idea? (I won’t bother with it if it doesn’t excite interest.) A hymn contest along the lines of our annual Christmas carol contest. Within a set time limit, the person who requested the hymn that received the most views on the day it was requested will win the prize: an autographed copy of The Wind from Heaven or a cool red-and-white T-shirt bearing the quote, “If they have to kill us, they’ve lost.” Wear it to the supermarket and collect dirty looks from liberals!
Anyhow, that’s my suggestion for trying to liven things up around here. I’m tired of losing one, two, three thousand views a month compared to last year.
Should we do it? Are you ready to play? Please let me know.
I’ve got a title for the new book I’ve just started writing–Let Shut the Doors of Heaven. How’s that? I can always change it, but at least now it gives me a destination toward which to guide the story.
As for The Wind from Heaven, I have no idea what’s holding up its release–but it’ll be worth waiting for.
Meanwhile, blog traffic here is down to a trickle, I don’t know why, using key words has had no effect whatsoever, and I now have to work twice as hard to get only half the results.
Let me know what you think of my title. Does it say “Pick me up and read me”?
Okay! I’ve written the first few pages of my new book, as yet untitled–although I do have a chapter title: “The Blow Will Fall on Durmurot,” the most indefensible city in all Obann.
I do need a book title, but that, I pray, will come. I worked outside until it got too hot: indoors, we get too many nuisance robo-calls. I will soon know how many times I can say “Bite me” to a robot. Not much point to that, although I do need to vent from time to time.
Poor Durmurot. All they want to do is produce enough copies of the Scriptures to distribute all throughout Obann–and across the mountains, too, if possible. General Born refuses to send any more military aid to Durmurot, and he may be acting wisely. We shall see.
But what’s going on in Lintum Forest might be an even bigger danger. Wish I knew exactly what it was! But that’ll come, too.
Meanwhile, Chalcedon’s crack editorial staff has begun work on Book No. 14, Behold!, and No. 13, The Wind from Heaven, is being printed and will go on sale any day now.
How many books will there be in the series?
As many as God gives me. That’s all I know about it.
Ah! I’ve finished that book review. And The Wind from Heaven, I’m told, is at the printer’s–so it’ll go on sale any day now.
Now I want to start a new book! Patty says, “There’s nothing that says you have to write a book a year.” But I want to write one. I love writing these books. Such a welcome break from the nooze! Besides which, I want to know what happens next.
But I need a title, and I need some kind of opening scene to link the new book to Behold! I am waiting for the Lord to give me these blessings.
No, I won’t mark time by writing “The” Calecktid Wizdumb of Joe Collidge… Don’t want to drive myself bonkers, do I?
The book is being printed as we speak–well, all right, we’re not exactly speaking, but you know what I mean–and should become available any day now: The Wind from Heaven, Book No. 13 in my Bell Mountain series. It’ll be available in both paperback and e-book format.
Thrills and excitement galore, in an exotic fantasy setting, winners of two Global E-Book Awards, and all according to a Biblical worldview–read the books, support the blog, make the leftids gnash their teeth.
And find out all about those mysterious ships that have appeared off the coast of Durmurot…
Shhh! Don’t wake Byron the Quokka. He’s worked hard, trying to gin up comments for the comment contest, and now he needs his beauty sleep. He usually dreams of bicycles.
On our way to 75,000 comments, we now have 73,500. Not too many months ago, before the Oligarchy decided my site’s traffic needs to be suppressed, we’d’ve knocked off another 1,500 comments in a week or two. Now, I don’t know.
The prize for posting Comment No. 75,000 will be either an autographed copy of my new book, The Wind from Heaven (it’s just about ready for publication), or else one of those cool T-shirts that says “If they have to kill us, they’ve lost. –Lee Duigon”–your choice.
We had the gold mask of Tutankhamen for a while, but the quokkas didn’t like it and anyway the Cairo Museum wanted it back…
The Wind from Heaven is almost ready for publication. Typesetting is all done, and final proofreading is in progress. And after that comes Behold! That should be ready sometime next year.
Ah! But spring is almost here, which means it’s almost time to start writing another one. I’m happy to say I’ve already been given two key pieces of it–one of which has solved a major problem with the plot. There’s stuff going on in Durmurot, and in Lintum Forest, that has to be addressed.
In writing a series of any kind, the writer has to beware of repeating himself. Edgar Rice Burroughs got bogged down with Tarzan and ran off a dozen or more books featuring lost cities. People enjoyed them anyway, but sheesh! You couldn’t throw a brick in Africa without breaking a window in a lost city. I don’t want to do anything like that.
But the new stuff excites me, and I hope it excites my readers, too. Meanwhile, I’m waiting for a catchy title. Sometimes I get badly stuck for a title.
What new stuff? Well, I can’t tell you that, can I?
My new “Bell Mountain” book, The Wind from Heaven, ought to be coming out sometime this spring. But between now and then there’s a lot of nooze to cover: sort of like wading through a pestilential swamp.
Sometimes, by the end of the day, all I want to do is crawl into bed and pull the covers over my head. The monsters are out there, ravaging our country. But you don’t win battles that way, and you certainly don’t win wars: and like it or not, we are in a war with Far Left Crazy–a war for the survival of our country, our freedom, and our way of life. They mean to take it all away from us.
Just now it seems we have nothing left but our prayers. They’ve nullified our votes, censored us off the social media. But if all we have is our prayers, then let’s use them. Pray often! Pray hard!