Flying home from Denver I had the privilege of plotting out the end of book 3 (actually book 8) and renaming it. What was the rather mundane, The Scrivener's Daughter, is now simply, The Locket, which just proves that you never know where a novel is going when you start as it always takes some unexpected turns and twists, at least for this writer. I like this picture because of the antique locket and that old skeleton key, both of which figure in this book. But I like anything old. Except old age!
Some writers believe that you should never talk about a work in progress - that it's bad luck to share what you're currently working on. But I don't believe in bad luck and love to talk books, enough to tell you about old lockets and keys, anyway.
I'm already dreaming of that next novel, maybe because it's painful to finish the one I'm working on. Right now The Locket is at 93,186 words and I'm dragging it out as I don't want it to end. Ever been sad when a best-loved book is finished? When you write one and come to the end it's even more distressing! Maybe that's a good sign? I remember thinking when I'd finished The Frontiersman's Daughter that I couldn't possibly come up with another good book idea or care about a book as much. But it's happened, thankfully, three times since!
A BIG thank you to Greg at www.bwd-graphics.com for updating my blog/website. I decided, out of deference for economy, to keep it small and simple so we didn't change too much. Maybe later. I love my new view of the Appalachian mountains and hope you do, too. Bless you, Greg!