Exiting the deep dark forests of our mind.

A writer is always happiest when a book has not escaped "got away". Each book you start writing will not always be completed. You have a plan before you start, a middle and an end, but stories twist and turn as you are writing them and rarely end up where you expected them to. Many are abandoned as you realize that no one will enjoy reading them, others lose their way in the vast dark forests of your mind and can never be found again. They will wander forever in the shadows of the great trunks and branches lonely and unclaimed.

Yet others seem go exactly where you wish them, following the shadowed and winding path but then reach a crossroads or turning with many paths open to them. In the darkness and shadows of the overhanging branches, the sepulcher trunks ranged in all directions before you choosing the path is almost impossible.

Writers differ when one of these junctures is reached. Some instantly choose a path and follow where it may lead. Others ignore the path and stick to their plan cutting a new straight path through the trees, no matter the spoil in their wake following the original plan to the meadow on the other side.

I pause, take a rest and think where all paths may lead sometimes for six months, sometimes a year and then with all thoughts and eventual outcomes explored I resume writing.

That is exactly what I did with "Winters Ghost", it lay fallow or fermented in it's own juices or to continue my allusion, wandered beneath the trees for sometime until it broke into a sunlit meadow. It is now complete, Even if needing a little cleaning up and

polishing. It will be released next year at some point. I will let you know as soon as I know a date.