I’m currently following the exciting adventure of my own life. Lately, I’ve been lost in the sequel I’m writing to my book Franklin’s Ladder. For about a year after I wrote FL, I was completely opposed to writing a sequel. Then an idea occurred to me, and it wouldn’t let me be, so I’m writing it. I’ve posted the first chapter on my author site, and it’s a rough draft for sure, but I’d like to hear from you, what you think of it. Is it engaging? The place where a novel starts is often difficult to pinpoint. You’ll find it here.
It’s summer for us, of course, and that means a lot and very little at the same time. I’m still busy with my four children and my less-than-happening garden. We are also building our house. We are through our home-school year, however, and that means I feel lazy. So do my children, apparently. This morning, I caught my 12-year-old daughter lazily sitting at the cleared breakfast table, reading a book and drinking coffee. Yes, you heard that right–my daughter was drinking coffee. Granted, it was regular drip-pot strength coffee in an espresso cup, but it was coffee nonetheless.
I told my children to go outside and play with the rattlesnakes, squish their toes in the pond, and catch bullfrogs. I think they went out and rode their bikes. I went out and stared with longing eyes at what will someday be my east-facing porch.
Tomorrow I will post the latest chapter of New Mexico Noir. Today, I’ll leave you waiting for it.