Right this moment, I'm feeling pretty good about Alone's next book . I've been able to do a little work on it this week, and I think I'm a couple hundred words away from having a full prologue. I wish I could do more work on this novel, but my ghost story is taking up too much of my brain right this second. :) Here is an excerpt from what I wrote today:
"The day they arrived, their group had been half-starved, half-frozen, and a few of them were sick with the flu, not the sickness, just the simple flu. Or well, I shouldn’t say simple. These days, the normal flu is nearly as dangerous as the sickness."