In Answer to Reader Requests

Over the past few months, I’ve been pleasantly surprised to receive email from several people who’ve now completed reading “The Crystal Birch.”  All of them, with one exception, asked for another adventure starring the same set of characters.  Now, I had Katy and Marty all set for a happily-ever-after sort of thing.  Guess what?  That has changed.  (The one exception is waiting for the time travel one.)

I am happily working on a sequel to TCB, with the pair getting ready for their son’s wedding.  I won’t say anything else about it.  Well, maybe a little bit:  The story will include their telepathic links, a murder or maybe two, an unknown source of energy out west of Denali National Park (The conspiracy theorists have been having a go at this one lately.), and a myriad of other conspiratorial happenings.  All, of course, taking place in Alaska.

Of course, I haven’t figured them all out yet.  I’m sure I will.  I also promise not to take 22 years to write this one! And no – I don’t have a title yet.  And I hope you will all forgive me if I don’t paint detailed pictures of what the towns and cities look like right now.  It’s been a few years since I’ve been able to go home for a visit.  Maybe later this summer – hmmmmm?

I will also TRY to keep this blog updated.

So, til next time, please remind the Cheechako mailman in the apartment complex that it’s not wise to get out of his truck if there’s a moose with a calf grazing on the lawn nearby.  I’ll never forget the look on that guy’s face when she charged him.  🙂  He did make it into his truck safely, but we didn’t get our mail put up for several hours.

This is what Ninilchik looked like in 1953.  Please notice the lack of pavement on the road.  You could still land a plane on the beach, or camp there under a parachute tent.
This is what Ninilchik looked like in 1953.

Note the lack of pavement, and campground.  Even with all the growth over the years, it’s still a spot I love to visit.  The old film is faded and streaked, but I think it tells the story.

Jessie – the Nostalgic Novelist