As summer rolls in, I am about to start my most intense period of writing. I am intent on finishing at least one solid draft of one novel-and maybe getting half way through another. They are from different fantasy series so that should be interesting. In the world of the novelist, it is a lonely place. I often feel a lot like the wolf in this photo-all alone in the bleak forest. After many volumes of notes and making various drafts on characters and your world (especially if it is a secondary world-my go to place for novels) there comes a time to get serious-and do it. It means walking to my computer and actually writing. It is a marvelous thing-to create the novel, give birth to new fantasy tales and characters. It is also maddening. The mind-set of a writer is not like most people. We are strange lone wolves, set apart and often misunderstood. This is fine. I do not mind being different. It makes me what I am. A writer. So I will try to blog throughout the summer, and between haunting my wonderful friend/publisher/editor Joe Dickerson for results on galley/cover art for Tree of Bones, (Are you there Joe? Can you hear me?) I will be at my desk or in a coffee house somewhere in Seattle furiously working on my tales of magic and adventure. It is what I love to do-even if my characters often vex me with problems and demands. I am a novelist-and they are novel born.