This week, I have been editing chapters four through six of A Mighty Fortress. I have chapter four almost where I want it to be and chapter five is close. Chapter six still needs more work. I have also started writing the first sequel of the series: Be Thou My Vision. There are new updates about all of my works in progress.

One of the updates I made was a new logline for A Mighty Fortress. What’s a logline? A logline is a one sentence summary of your story. It gives just enough information to peak interest, but without details such as names, places, etc.

Here is my new logline. I would love to hear your thoughts on it.

Title: A Mighty Fortress

Genre: Western

Logline: After their stagecoach is attacked by outlaws, an adventurous young man and his timid sister flee into unsettled territory and must find their way to town before they are killed by a pursuing gunslinger.

Many thanks for Jordan Smith of www.FixMyStory.com for his help with the logline.

As I mentioned above, I have also started working on a sequel. Be Thou My Vision follows the story of Anna Stuart. She is an outspoken spinster. Be Thou My Vision is in first person with Anna as the narrator. I am excited to see how the storyline plays out as I continue writing.

Here is an excerpt from Be Thou My Vision:

Prologue

Iain paced outside the small cabin.

“Papa?” a small voice next to him spoke up. “When is Mama going to have the baby?”

Iain raked his fingers through his hair. “I donna ken Anna. I just donna ken.”

“It’s been a long time,” Caleb said.

Too long, Iain thought. Would either of them survive? He shuddered at the thought. Of course they would. Aishlinn would not desert him like this.

Iain scowled and began his nervous pacing again.

“Papa?” Anna was speaking again. “How long did it take for Caleb and me to be born?”

“A lot less than this one,” Iain snapped. “Why donna you…”

His sentence was lost into oblivion by a simple outraged cry from a wee babe. Iain stood stock still for mere seconds before he threw the door open and rushed inside.

The doctor walked out of the bedroom, his face grim as he held the small bundle. He glanced up at the father. “It’s a boy.” The doctor’s voice was flat and emotionless. Iain knew something was wrong.

“Aishlinn? How is she?” His voice cracked.

The doctor finally met Iain’s eyes. “There was nothing we could do.”