Other projects this year? Yes, there are several.
I have a Middle Grade series of novels that begins with Jamison Pond: The Spy Who Came Down with a Cold. The first book is finished, the second is at least 90% done, and the third is begun. I want to have that latter one at least completed in rough draft form before I seek a publisher for this series.
There are also two new novels I'm working on for an older reading audience. One is a spy novel, and the other is a mystery set on the high seas. I love both of these and I hope I can complete them and get them published this year, as well.
Finally, I'm also working on a few non-fiction books, three primarily, and I'll give updates as those come nearer to completion. Now you know why I'm not committing myself to a booth at the Renaissance faire that is months away.
And, on a personal note, I'll comment briefly (OK, this turns out not to be so brief) on the political situation near Burns, Oregon. It has been in the news lately, and since the occupation leader is named Bundy, I suppose there are folks who are wondering if I'm related to that gentleman. I am not. My guess is that he is descended from what my grandfather used to call the "South Carolina Bundys." He refereed to our line as the "New York Bundys," although they also had a Mayflower line by marriage: Priscilla Prentise, perhaps. I think she married John Bundy who was indentured to Elder William Brewster. (See one of my Thanksgiving stories for more about that. I'm guessing it is on the Navigation Bar under MORE STORIES, but I'm not sure.)
Anyway, my grandfather was Kingsley D. Bundy who resided all the years I knew him in Portland, Oregon. [An aside: I made his home on Knight St. be the home of my main character in the Jamison Pond novel mentioned above, heh, heh, heh.] Grampa was the expert on Bundy geneology while he was still alive. As a youth, however, Grampa went to Eastern Oregon by covered wagon (the back of the photo I have of the wagon only lists the horses' names not whose seated in the wagon) and lived on the family homestead in Harney County, not too far (in Eastern Oregon terms) from Burns. My Great Uncle Jay Bundy (Grampa's younger brother who died at the age of 98, I believe) and several of his siblings were Eastern Oregon cowboys. I have a trunk full of Grampa's records, but most have apparently disappeared, (there were many boxes full, aside from the trunk and no one seems to know what became of them) so we don't have his and other family memoirs that he had collected, which is sad. But I digress.
It really is such a small world. Grampa used to say that mathematically if you could trace everybody's family lineage back a couple of hundred years, everybody is related to everybody else, (although there were not quite so many billions of people then) so I guess I have to amend my earlier statement to say I am not directly related to the two Bundys who are part of an occupation force on the Malheur Wildlife Refuge in the same vicinity where my forefathers homesteaded. The truth is, we're all related to them if you want to go back far enough. Likewise, my relatives aren't directly related to the most infamous person to share our last name. Ted was raised in Tacoma after being adopted by a Bundy who was no direct relation to us. I know this because according to my grandfather, Ted's mother came to visit him while researching the Bundy line she had married into. She has passed away, now, and those records also are missing along with key correspondence from one of the Bundys who was in the JFK cabinet (William or McGeorge, I think). I'm pretty sure I covered that in some previous blog. And just for the record, we aren't related at all to Al Bundy from the TV show Married With Children. I wish I was typing this as a joke, but some folks seem not to understand that television characters are not real people. Okay, that's more than enough for now. Stay tuned for updates on this year's publishing completions.