My Father can frost trees!
Can yours?
In a few short days, 6 of those novels and all of the novellas will be taken out of print. I have full rights to all of them and can do with them what I please. And I do have plans.
But right now, at this writing, I'm feeling a bit overwhelmed...like there are hurdles of age and time in front of me and blurred faces of doubt, and fear pushing me toward a finish line I can't see.
I thought I would know if and when it was time for me to quit writing. I envisioned huge flags waving like, perhaps, no more stories swirling around in my head, characters no longer talking to me in the middle of the night, or fingers too stiff and slow to continue punching in words. But the truth is: I have three unfinished stories that have pitched their tents in this make-believe world of mine. And 11 stories clamoring to be retold. However, I do not want to go one written word ahead of God's plans for me, nor one letter behind.
This is not a plea for comments, but I do covet your prayers.
I want my very faithful readers to know that my desire is that I finish well, however that might look.