Iron Gall Ink

That's what I worried over at 1:15 this morning. "I'll come to bed when I figure out what iron gall ink smells like," I told my husband.

After weeks of introspection, prayer and rest, I've decided to rework my novel "Children of Light." I wasn't going to do it. I'd finished with it, have an agent shopping it, and felt ready to move on.

But the truth is that I've had consistent critique that highlights a few major weaknesses in the manuscript. I think it's a really great story. A compelling tale. And it deserves to be told right.

So I'm delving back into the middle ages--the 13th century to be precise--and I'm having a grand time doing it.

I'm also slowing down my freelance work. Yes, I'm still writing Bad Mom, and that's fun, too, but I know that for right now, historical fiction is where my heart lies.

Did I find out what iron gall ink smells like? Not really. Bitter was as close as I got. But I'm not finished yet. :)