A Mighty Strange Few Weeks

It has indeed been a mighty strange few weeks. Started out with what anyone has to go through as we muddle through modern life: the brakes on my truck failed and the part had to be ordered from "off island." Read: three-week wait. Then the air conditioning in Terry's car disappeared and it's 87 degrees here every day (Yeah, sure, that's tough, Doug). So we're down to one hot vehicle.

Then, there is a big storm way up in Japan. It's maybe fifteen hundred miles away, but, this means that after a while, a few days, the ocean swells from that system reach Guam. This sets up a large surge in the harbor where we live aboard our sailboat. This in turn translates to a boat that is being heaved and rocked and thrown about and resulted in a crushed self-steering vane when the stern of the boat was smashed against our boarding plateform.

Then, the wind changes and starts coming in from the North. A few days later, the air is filled with smog--smog! On an tiny island in the middle of the ocean? Turns out it's from China. The Chinese industrial economy is booming, there is little control of pollution, and when conditions are right, the stuff comes our way and fills the sky so that we can't see the mountains a few miles away. The air is nearly unbreathable.

Then: Irony sets in and the Chinese economy burps. I think they are now calling it that--a burp. So stock markets crash all around the world because now China is pretty important, economically, to the world.

So, what do we care? Here is a picture of Terry and I, in clear weather, up on the neighboring island of Rota in the Commonwealth of the Northern Marianas. It's a great island. Just wonderful. Isolated, empty beaches, gin-clear water, one dusty little town, and very friendly people. We had sailed up there--this was last spring--and were enjoying the seascapes.

The writing is going well. I'm 206 pages into the 3rd novel in this possible trilogy (Terry thinks I ought to just call it a series and let it go on and on--we'll see). I've got the plot and characters (Scraps, Sonoria, Dag-gar, the donkey called Admiral Penance, Astral the Ancient Boy) so twisted up with Time travel and magic that I've had to slow down and really think things through before moving on. I think I have a handle on it now, though. Hope to have this book done by June. As to the publication of the second book, The Mirrors of Castaway Time--who knows. I've heard nothing.