So the last few months of 2017 wound up consumed by my son starting school, shifting routines, submitted two short stories, well, three, with two rejections and one still in limbo.
I wrote a lot, on here and there and a few things.
And then we went on a massive trip. London-Paris-Zurich-Venice-Munich-Amsterdam-London and then home. I refilled the inspiration tanks, in a big way.
2018 I’ll be in Tuscon for a day job thing, at libertycon for a writer thing, at Dragoncon for a thing thing, and more writing, some novellas and novels to get done.
I started a new novel featuring Asher in his lifetime, inspired by my travels. I have other plans and a writing to-do list that’s as long as it can get, and so, that’s the plan.
Aside from seeing Amsterdam and Haarlem, where it’s home for my soul, I also loved the mid winter train trip from Chur, Switzerland to Tirano Italy, over the Swiss alps. Its a Unesco Heritage thing with the bridges and all, and panoramic views of the Alps. It stops for 15 min at Alp Grum station – you’re now at 2,091m above sea level, and it was snowing, and so very silent and still. It was a wonder. And this trip is where I felt Asher ( and by extension, Isabel) had come from. So it’s time I tell his tale…