Yes, it is sad but true, the snow has fallen here in Michigan. Sure, it’s only a dusting, not even a quarter of an inch, but it’s snow and it’s stuck to the ground like a lawyer to a slip-and-fall victim. I hate the snow. Yes, hate is a strong word but I hate snow. I hate the cold that comes with it, as well. For me, the perfect climate would be a warm Michigan fall all year round. I’m talking high sixties, low seventies. Although, I must say that, for the first time in my life, I actually enjoyed the eighties this past summer. Well, to coin a friend of mine’s famous line whenever I begin complaining about Michigan: “Quit bitching and move if you don’t like it.”
Right. I will. But not now. This is just not a viable time to perform such a task. And, honestly, I rather enjoy complaining about Michigan. That comes with age, I think.
The Wisher project is back on track, full speed ahead, and it shining like a jewel amidst a cold, northern Michigan swamp. (see what I did there?) I’m excited about the story and it’s shaping up better than expected. I had my doubts during my writing hiatus but I’m back on a schedule and raring to go. I’ve set January as the deadline for the first rough to be finished but, by the looks of things, this is going to be a pretty big book as I am already seeing room for huge chapter expansions. This will end up like Nocturnal Illusion and will have twenty-eight million rewrites before I’m one hundred percent satisfied with it. And that’s okay.
And that’s all for a quick update today. I’ll try now to blog once a week or so, maybe more, but no promises. I’m a very busy man and I’m expecting company later this month so I’ll be in entertaining mode. Hmm. I need a closing line. You know, like Stan Lee always says “Excelsior!” Yeah, something like that. I’ll think on it. Later!