I have gotten through the place where I was stuck in the middle of the book. The first part of the novel deals with the crime. The second part deals with the detecting, uncovering and consequences of the crime. It is an historical mystery novel. The section where the story shifted directions was difficult for me. I fumbled around figuring out how to turn the events around and the characters with them, but now I am back in the swing and making better progress despite iris season. I am trying to write a scene a day now. Not sure how it will turn out when I go back to work next week. Slower I’m sure. I want to at least write part of a scene a day. I work a 7 day on/7 day off schedule. The weeks off should go well.
Lincoln is back in Alton with his sidekick Speed. They have gone to the crime scene and talked to the owner of the warehouse. They talked to some of the other defenders. Everyone is discouraged by the death. Many are concerned with whether justice will truly be done. The killer/s still walk the streets free. I hope I’m not saying too much here. Trying to give you view of how it is going. This is the world I’m living in now and what I struggle with.
Writing is in a way a lonely profession/hobby/art–whatever it is to you. You work alone except for your fellow writing friends who give you encouragement and feedback. They are the ones who truly understand you. Everyone else is on the outside. I value my privacy and my alone time. It is peaceful for the most part. Frustrating when you are blocked in someway and scary when the computer breaks and you wonder if you have lost all your work or your life.
I’m still in the midst of iris season. I grow a lot of iris. I have weeds everywhere. I need to label the bloomers and identify those I want to remove. You have to protect them from disease and overgrowth. The blooms will last only another week or two, but the work lasts until mid-August. I grow iris for the same reason I write, because I love it. I’m hoping the iris will make an appearance in future stories.
The View From The Imaginarium 