Vladimir Lenin once said, “There are decades where nothing happens; and there are weeks where decades happen.” My life of late falls into the second bin. I’m sitting now in my new office, trying to catch up.
Since my last post, my wife and I have sold our house of twenty years on New Castle Island and moved to a brand new home in a nearby community. The usual term for what we went through is “downsizing” but we call it hell. Most of the boxes are gone from the main floor, and life is becoming normalized. Where did all that stuff come from?
I’m back to writing. My third novel, Once We Were Strangers, has been through two drafts and I’m in the midst of a third. My indefatigable illustrator Virginia Dickinson is working on cover designs and maps to trace the travels of the main characters. Early reports from beta readers are very positive, but there is much work still to do. If you’re interested in reading an early version and have a Kindle or Kindle app on an iPad or computer, I can send you a copy. In return, I ask only for honest feedback.
In the meantime, I’m posting the opening chapter in the fiction section of this website. Tell me what you think.