Today I took my number-two son to the airport. He is determined to see friends in California over the course of his two-and-a-half days off. So, he is traveling during a pandemic. But he has had Covid already and is probably still pretty much immune.
It left me with some thinking time on the drive home from the airport, though it cut into my actual writing time.
Work has begun on The Boy Who Rose on a Golden Wing. It is a project that will take some time.
That is a story about growing up and overcoming bipolar disorder and depression. It will be for older teens.
And I have an idea that blossomed from this old illustration. I was thinking about it while driving. I want to write a book about a talking dog. It will be targeted more for younger kids. He solves crimes on the Niland farm and in the rural Iowa town where the Niland family lives and goes to church. Of course, though the character is based mostly on Mr. Peabody from the Rocky and Bullwinkle Show, Horatio T. Dogg is also based on my own talking dog, Jade Beyer. In the story Horatio T. Dogg, Super Sleuth, the dog actually only talks to his owner, Bobby Niland. Much in the same way that Jade only talks to me.
Dang! Just what I need. Another story idea that I need to write before I die. I will have to stay alive until I’m 125.
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