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Tis' the Season...

A hint of Book Three (under construction)
Descending the Lord of Huork's keep on the hunt for, the Prince of Furies.

   There is a crispness in the air. All is still and darkness settles in. The first flakes fall. And I'm burnt out. Sad but true, I hit a wall, and that's not too alarming, but this is prime writing season. I set aside time every Christmas for seasonal activities and very importantly -- writing. Yes, in the past the words flowed like an avalanche to fill my pages with awe and wonder, and I look for it to happen again.  But that wall thing comes at a bad time. The time for my blitzkrieg of writing nears. What am I to do?

   First thing first. Set those goals: I hope to be at 50% by New Year's. By then I will have hit that sweet spot in the middle of book three where the table is set and the setting takes a hard change. I plug away, but more sporadically than usual. I am anxious to read this novel through, but for now I just want to get it completed.  Then it is on to revising and a desperate attempt at a glossary. (sorry folks, the names and new characters aren't letting up any time soon)  A glossary will be a God-send for the reader.

   What to anticipate? More snippets, for sure, from the new and the old books. And as things get closer for the new release, I am looking into offering book one for free on Kindle. Until then, both books one and two are still only $0.99. I hope it's worth a look. Season's Greetings everyone!

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