I made good progress on the next chapter of Book 4, “The Unwept Tear,” thanks to a breakfast wrap with bacon and a classic latté at the venerated Mud Street Cafe this morning. Another couple of pages; another couple thousand words. About a third of the way there.
Maybe midway through Chapter 4. I’m trying to not give away too much with a glimpse.
W. Keith Brenton is a retired communication specialist, minister and passenger train conductor, living and writing in the historic resort village Eureka Springs, Arkansas. He is the widowed adoptive dad of Matt and Laura, and Pop-Pop to one grandchild. He enjoys drinking the local water, but unfortunately doesn’t look any younger than his actual age.
W. Keith Brenton 