It’s always surprising when something occurs to me out of the blue. Even more surprising is when an idea decides that it isn’t going to perform the way I want it to.
Ideas, like characters, sometimes have a mind of their own and will do what they must do. This has been true in the first two-thirds of the outline and I can see its going to happen in the final third as well.
Sometimes, I just feel like I am along for the ride.
The action in the final third of the book shifts to the Upper Peninsula of Michigan. If there is such a thing as a wild frontier left in the state it is the U.P.
People up there are fiercely independent. Maybe it’s the water, or the winters.
At any rate, Yoopers (as they call themselves) feel they have their own distinct identity apart from the other residents of the state. In fact, they call anyone living south of the Mackinaw Bridge, “Trolls”.
Happy 4th of July everyone!
And to all my readers in Michigan and the rest of the United States, have a happy and safe 4th of July.