Well, it looks like our string of Spring weather out here in the Pacific Northwest will be broken, at least for a few days. Some much-needed rain (in the lower elevations) and snow (in the mountains) is coming our way this weekend! Yay!

I'll be spending this weekend doing some grocery shopping, enjoying Pi Day, and working on my responsibilities for the Christian Indie Authors Network 2015 Writers' and Readers' Conference this summer. (Go to: bit.ly/CIAN2015 for more information, or click on the Conference page up above.)

In "The Sins Against Us," I have come to the most difficult part, and it is just as difficult for me to write as it is for Devlin to live through. I am not sure, at the moment, how to write it, but it's coming to me as it needs to.

In honor of Pi Day tomorrow (3.1415), here are the latest 14 sentences, in all it's just-written *ahem* "glory"..

Praying that he had his hand on the correct wall, Devlin started out. With one hand on constantly in contact with the ancient brick wall, Devlin started to hesitantly move in one single direction.

Devlin walked hesitantly, with one hand on the wall and one out in front of him. The tunnels twisted and turned all through the underbelly of Downtown and Chinatown near the waterfront and the last thing Devlin wanted to do was crash into a wall.

There was still no light available in this particular portion of the tunnel system. His eyes ached in the darkness, and the mold and mildew smell assaulted his nose, and all he could hear was shuffling his shuffling feet and ragged breathing.

As he walked, he prayed. He prayed for Polly and Doc and the others. He prayed that he would be able to find his way out of this labyrinth. He prayed for his attacker. He prayed Scripture. He prayed his own thoughts. And then, when his soul was empty of everything and he had no more words to pray, he walked in silence. He had poured out everything and walked in faith and without fear.

Happy Friday, everyone! It has been a long week, and and I don't know about you, but I am very thankful that March is over.

Not to rub it in, but it will be in the high 60s this weekend. We have a Bible Quiz (Boy made it to Districts!) tomorrow, which will give me plenty of time to not-work.

It is reading weather everywhere in the US, it seems... We in the Pacific Northwest will simply have "outside reading" weather while everyone else is bundling up and reading by a heat source.

I am still working on "Sins Against Us." In honor of finally getting to March, here are three paragraphs from my current WIP:

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Drawing on all of his training from a young adulthood full of scouting and tracking, Devlin easily found Polly’s tracks and followed them. Judging by the scrapes in the dust on the warehouse floor, she was panicked. Seeing the fear in her stride, Devlin lost all of his. His protective nature took over. His breathing slowed, his hands stopped shaking. He was on a mission. When it was over and he could debrief, then he would allow himself to experience all of those emotions again, but for now, it was time to act. It was time to go once more into the breach.

The only thing Devlin could hear was the pounding of the rain on the windows and the roof two stories above.

That must have been the reason why he didn’t hear the attacker.