Part 1b: The Revision Novels are made up of scenes. Scenes are a complex of setting, character(s), event, and outcome. Some would be destroyed by any alteration or interruption. Others, as long as the readers don’t know about it so as to sit up and say, “Hey! Wait […]
My soul lives on a continuum somewhere between those of G.K.Chesterton and Captain James T. Kirk. I love to explore, “to boldly go where no man has gone before,” and I love to declaim. Yeah, well, maybe with humor rather than pomposity – though you can get away with being pompous if you’re humorous. When hiking, I have to get to the top of whatever trail I’m on. I like to finish well and then go on to the next thing, scarcely looking back. Not enough celebration, I suppose, but then I never got a trophy just for participating. And I’ve been a lot of places – every continent except Antarctica, every country in Europe except Albania (got to work on those “A’s”). Plus I’ve been teaching for over forty years and organizing (read: administrating) for most of those. I’ve been married to my terrific wife longer than I’ve been alive, and hope to continue lots longer still. Oui, kids, grandkids, scattered over a couple of continents.
Plus lots of alphabet soup after my name (B.A., M.T.S, Ph.D.) and lots of writing. Fiction and non. Mostly for students and constituents, but some just for fun. I’ve taught creative writing and theological research and writing and have a backlog of unpublished stuff from living in Europe for twenty-five years. But I’m in Colorado now, breathing rarified air and rarin’ to get on to the next undiscovered country.
Technically, I shouldn’t be writing this book you’re going to write with me. Oh, not because one of my other series is crying out for the next book. Be that as it may, the prequel in this series wasn’t supposed to have a sequel.