I am acutely aware I’ve been a very negligent author for the past several months. Events transpired for both myself and coauthor, Pete Risingsun, that got in the way of our completing the Dead Horse Canyon trilogy on schedule. I apologize to all those who are biting their nails waiting for Book III. Clearly, it did not come out in the spring of 2022 as previously stated on this website!
Rest assured, however, that we are committed to finishing the story. If all goes according to plan (which may be expecting too much of the Universe) we hope to finish it by next summer (2024).
While we have a pretty good idea of what’s going to happen, that often changes once writing it down commences since our characters have minds of their own and don’t always do as they’re told. Furthermore, there are multiple plot threads to weave together in a cohesive way, which takes time and lots of rewriting for it to make sense.
I promise you will not be disappointed or bored! I truly look forward to getting into the story again and interacting with Charlie, Sara, White Wolf, and all the others. They are like extended family to me and I’ve missed them, no matter how weird that may sound to non-authors. (You don’t have to be crazy to be an author, but it helps.)
So what happened?
In a nutshell, events transpired that ultimately drove both Pete and I to different respective homes since the end of 2022. Previously, I was in Texas and he was in Montana. He’s still in Montana, but in a different town.
In my case, last April I finally left the sun-parched and drought-ridden wasteland of Central Texas for my ancestral homeland of New York State. I got out just in time, based on the summer they’ve been having in the Lone Star State. Triple digit temperatures and dead vegetation simply do not resonate with me in a favorable way. Today here in NY we had a “Heat Advisory” when temperatures ventured toward 90 degrees. That would be a cold front in Texas.
Thus, I traded intolerable heat and a barren landscape for what you can see in the picture at the top, which is the view from my office window in my new home.
Moving over 1600 miles is never easy, and for me it was further complicated by unprofessional and downright crooked movers. Thousands of dollars of items were left behind due to not fitting on the truck and several thousand more never made it to NY. I will post the sordid details of that debacle in my personal blog, “Marcha’s Two-Cents’ Worth.”
Getting settled into an 1898 farmhouse in rural Western New York has been very consuming, mentally, physically, and emotionally. However, it has been worth every dime lost and grey hair gained getting here. Even one of my cats, Angel, whom you can see in the picture below watching the front yard for chipmunks, squirrels, and birds, is quite content.
The purpose of this post is to let y’all know (I did bring some Texas with me after living there for 35 years) there will eventually be a Book III. It’s simply delayed, but we will make sure that it is worth waiting for.
The Curse of Dead Horse Canyon 