One of the things I’ve noticed, growing older, is that the passage of time seems to accelerate. In March, we celebrated our twentieth year living in the same house – a record for two people who grew up shifting from place to place as the military moved their fathers to new duty stations, not to mention our moves while I was in the regular army. And this morning, I was reminded by our kind veterinary clinic that our youngest, and sole surviving dog, turns ten today. Funny. I still vividly remember him as a tiny puppy, barely larger than my hand. Where did all that time go? Mind you, at five pounds, he’s still small, smaller than the cat we encountered during our morning walk, but he has the spirit of big dog even if his growls and barks are more endearing than menacing. I get a lot of smiles from passersby as we walk through the neighbourhood ever day, and I know what they see – a big, bearded, fifty-something guy enjoying a stroll with his wee little dog. Now that he’s healed from his knee operation, my guy can put on some speed when he wants to.
Victory’s Bright Dawn has been out for nine days now, and seems to be doing well with Siobhan Dunmoore fans. It’s the sort of encouragement that’ll have me write her next adventure, although inspiration for a storyline hasn’t struck just yet. But I’m steaming ahead with the fifth Decker’s War installment, and as you might have noticed, the cover and synopsis for Black Sword are up both here and on my author website. I’m aiming to have the manuscript in my editor’s hands late June or early July, perhaps even earlier if I can overcome my habitual tendency to procrastinate, which might be a struggle now that the weather is finally showing signs of improvement.