Tonight, icy winds are whistling-- rattling windows, stirring up bare branches, and turning the neighbor’s decorative flag into a twisted knot. You can’t really take a deep breath outside. The air is like a hundred tiny knives stabbing your nostrils and threatening to make mincemeat of your lungs. Even the outdoor cat takes one look out the sliding glass doors and turns disdainfully back to the wood stove. The mice can wait.
We spent several days last week revisiting our friends in Custer’s Mill. The story is unfolding, and we’re hoping to have it ready to read by early summer. Perhaps that is wishful thinking, because we’re also starting to write a non-fiction book on the process of collaborative writing (more later). One of the questions we’re consistently asked during book talks is “how do three of you write one novel?” Excellent question—one we don’t always know how to answer, as much of our process flows organically. But not always. Sometimes our ideas don’t mesh, and our thoughts about how the story should flow diverge. The writing process is enigmatic at best and chaotic at worst. Somehow we manage, though. Somehow the story comes through!
We hope you’re as excited about reading our stories as we are about writing them!