Today, I was surprised to receive my first actual print copy of The Telling. I tend to downplay such events, the perpetual wet blanket that I am. But holding the finalized, physical product reminded me how very hard, and very rewarding, this journey’s been. Anyway, I rummaged through some stuff until I located the very first outline I ever developed for the story (pictured above). It’s a patchwork of names and places and scenes, some of which remain, scrambled about in apparent incoherency. (Make sure to zoom in for full effect!) You’d think in an age of digital notebooks, cellphones, and PC’s that one needn’t scribble notes on a legal pad. But, hey, that’s how it fell out. Who woulda thought that from those ragged notes a novel would be born. Thank you, once again, to the folks at Charisma House for making this happen; to Debbie Marrie, Debra Moss, Alton Gansky, and all the wonderful people who have made this possible. I’m forever indebted. Now I can hear my agent in my head encouraging me to stop and savor this moment. I think she’s right.