The up and down nature of life is one of those mysteries I don’t think humanity will ever fully comprehend. And I think that’s why we love to tell stories so much because it helps us think through it, process it, feel it in a way that puts it in perspective.
The other day, I released Part 2 of my serial Orphan’s Hollow. It’s exclusively available on Amazon and Kindle Unlimited. Anyway, I ran a promotion on Valentine’s day and it hit the #2 spot on one of their charts. So, needless to say, that was fun to see and exciting. At the same time, I took a trip up to Duluth as a small getaway with my wife. Also, fantastic.
It’s these high moments I try to appreciate the most. To soak all the small things up as best that I can. Because the present gets swept away by the future in a heartbeat and if you let it, you could miss all of it. So, needless to say, I really enjoyed February 14th, 2017.
I finished the first draft of Part 2 of Orphan’s Hollow. And I’m still behind. It’s an odd feeling to finish something and still have plenty left to do. I want to celebrate, but that feels premature. Maybe I’ll get ahead in the next few weeks but it’s hard to say. When all is said and done and the last words are written and the final part is published, then I’ll celebrate.
I’ve been sleeping better which is a plus. I think it’s the warmer weather. Anytime it hits below zero it’s like my body goes into shock and struggles to sleep.
Next, I plan to hop into the editing process of Part 2 while I simultaneously write Part 3. Switching gears could prove treacherous. I’m hopeful, though. I don’t have much of a choice.
As time goes along, I’ll share a little more of my process with everyone. Spreadsheets and all.
Until then, I hope you enjoy Orphan’s Hollow: The Raven – Part 1.
I woke up around 4:00 AM this morning and couldn’t get back to sleep. This is rare. The below zero temperatures and the short days must be messing with my head. It seems like this is becoming a common thread each year. Hopefully, I don’t get that nasty virus like I did last year. No one wants to endure that.
Since I couldn’t sleep, I read the rest of Song of Susannah by Stephen King. Now I’m left with that enduring question bringing too much opportunity into the mix: What should I read next? I’ll come up with something. Probably something short. And scary.