Yesterday was my between-books vacation. I painted, working mostly on those visual prayers I mentioned, answered some of my back-log of emails, and just generally rested my fevered little brain.
Today, it’s fire up the old iPod with my Marty Robbins, Johnny Cash and Randy Travis songs–that music always gets me in the mood to write a western. :)–and dive right into “The Bridegroom”, Stone Creek #4, Gideon’s story. (When I REALLY need inspiration, I watch “Legends of the Fall”.) To think when I wrote “The Man from Stone Creek”, I intended it to be a stand-alone. It just goes to show you that that old saying about the best laid plans of mice and men–and writers–is only trite because it’s been true for so long. There are modern Stone Creek books, too–starting with “A Stone Creek Christmas”, Silhouette Special Edition, coming out in the late fall.
And this morning I got an absolute FLOOD of ideas for my next contemporary western trilogy, “The Texas McKettricks”. I was scribbling down notes like crazy! If there’s one thing I’ve learned–and sometimes it seems as if there might actually BE only one thing–it’s not to trust my memory. I need pen and paper.
So I’m off to Stone Creek today, to meet up with Gideon, who is very anxious to start his story. Being the youngest of the Yarbro brothers, he’s had to wait his turn. Now, here it is.
Meet you at the marshal’s office, Gideon. If you can hold on just a little while longer, though, I’d like to get dressed first.