I love my wood stove. Not because of how it looks, although I do like that, but because of the heat it puts out in the winter.

In December, I was putting more wood on the fire. The coals had burned down until only a tiny thread of heat glowed from a few spots. I put in a few pieces of crumpled paper, laid down some kindling, and then topped it off with a couple large pieces.

Nothing happened.

The next step is to grab the handheld bellows and gently pump a bit of air into the wood stove.

Within one pump, the tiny line of heat in the coals burst into flames. It only took a few seconds to hear the cheerful popping of wood.

I watched that fire for a while and thought of one word.

Ignite.

It’s been a while since I published a book.

I have series that need to be finished, sequels that are begging to be written, and great new ideas that I’m so excited to begin. Oh, and plenty of blogs to write too, of course.

It’s been a while since I wrote.