
I love fall. We have very few reds here, unlike the East Coast, but the Aspens do their best to help us forget that. I’m not complaining, My wildflower front yard has some spectacular fall into winter colors that hang out until spring.
This week went well. I’m traveling again, so I made an effort to do some substantial writing over the weekend before I left. Where I felt like Act One needed all the main characters fleshed out more, Act Two is more about storytelling transitions.
Writing a trilogy is tricky, especially when each of book is a stand-alone story, with the arc being the lives of the characters that flow through each. I have to balance out long-time readers’ knowledge while also welcoming newcomers into this world. It’s a tightrope.

I felt in Act Two, that while I delved into the deepening mystery, I was relying on a shorthand with the characters, based on their behavior and relationships in the previous novels. This means a few sentences here or there need to be added or tweaked. To flesh those out and strengthen the history between the characters as they navigate the unfolding drama.
And I seem to have found that rhythm in regard to that. Who knows what acts three and four will bring. I guess I’ll cross that stage when I get there.
I’m on the road the rest of the week. But someone has a birthday this Furry Friday, so watch for that.
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