I've passed into the 'sloppy' period again. I spend part of the day writing, think of something new, switch to that, and then forget where I was in the beginning. Focused? Not yet it seems. This book will have three, count 'em, three main plots. I like all of them and want to get to the meat before the brain locks up. One of the choke points is that this book starts five years after Powers Trace II ends. This means I have to bring the characters up to date, filling in what has happened in those five years. I need to do this to get to a point in this, the third book, to bring the story of the town The Chief, and his people to a conclusion. There is a lot to cover but I think it will all come together and allow me to say goodbye to my friends and move on to other projects.
I can't start thinking ahead to what comes next. That's probably the reason for the lack of focus.
(A term I hate.)
Small towns are not unusual or outdated. This great land has many places with people who know what the word neighbor means, who always put hand to heart as the flag passes during the Fourth of July parade, and raise a ruckus with their hymn singing in church on a Sunday morning.
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