Over the years I’ve gotten the feeling that The Prince’s Psalmwas a novel that was meant to be somehow. Along the road to publication, people told me the book was too old fashioned, too modern, too long and too short. There are more than a dozen drafts and scores of rewrites.
And every time I have thought to put the book aside, it has come up again, on its own.
There are plenty of books I want to write. Ideas that have been orbiting around up there, waiting on their chance, for years. I’ve written books that are moldering away on old, actually-floppy discs and some that are big-banded and stuffed into long forgotten stationery boxes.
I published Write Murderlast fall, the first in a murder mystery series I’ve always wanted to write.
There is a folder in my files entitled “I Think Maybe” that has little scraps…
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