Having hiked 250 miles of the Appalachian trail, I am living an existence without the normal constraints of time. Days and nights have different rules here. I am learning more and more about the contours of mountains. Their hollows, knobs, balds, timber and ridges are starting to form patterns. Various kinds of timber reveal distinct forests floors. Fleeting images of my characters reveal themselves in the hikers and townspeople I meet. I think I got it right in my first book and this experience will only strengthen the authenticity of my writing in book two. Stay tuned.