I've never been without at least two novels in the works,simultaneously and today is no exception.

With the recent completion (I hope) of the second novel about the WW-II years,I've had another cooking in the wings most of the winter.  This is an idea I had some years ago.

If I were a Monarch in England, Scandinavia...any European country, actually,wouldn't I be concerned about why all my subjects were fleeing their homeland(where I live) for that new land across the Atlantic?

Imagine the concern of the then (benevolent?) king of Sweden and Norway whenhis subjects begin to flee for Nord Amerika.  He sends one of his sons, incognito,as an immigrant to learn the truth about his new land which holds so muchpromise, perhaps so much, from the richness of the land and the beauty of an Indian maiden, whom even a prince will have second thoughts about going home.

Lets hope I can pull off this change-of-pace story to make it believable and entertaining.

With the recent visit of the black bear to our Smultron Office, I've been getting in the mood for the wild west portion of the novel.