Hildegard? What have you gotten me into?

“Hildegard, Oh Hildegard? Where art thou Hildegard? And why hast thou picked me?”

This is a question I ask myself a lot lately as I plug away at Book 4, “Of Revelations”, of my THE SEVEN KEYS OF HILDEGARD historical-fiction series, and look ahead at the rest of the series. When I first imagined this story forty years ago, it was going to be a book, one book, about a boy destined to be the last pope at the end of the world. Boy, was I wrong—I mean the part about it being “one book.” And back then, Hildegard wasn’t even part of the equation. Who was Hildegard, anyways? Never heard of her. I soon found out!

Thanks to my kids pushing me to get at this story and stop writing hockey biographies, the 12th century mystical nun has since morphed into my life so much that she consumes, almost, my every waking thought. Well, not her so much, but this story attached to her and her visions. It’s like a tiger by the tail that won’t let go of me. Or is it the other way around? To top it all off, one Sunday morning as I was photographing my daily Facebook sunrise, she had to show me her “Cross” in the sky and allow me to get forty photos of it. There, I was henceforth completely hooked.

And here we are! This series has really taken off and has since grown into this complicated, multiple character, modern-day “good vs evil” storyline series that truly has a life of its own.

I am now on a new website and getting used to blogging, which I’ll do every last Friday of the month. Maybe more often if the mood strikes me but we’ll see. To kinda paraphrase the great poet Robert Frost: “I have books to write, and promises to keep and miles to go before I sleep and miles to go, and books to write, before I sleep.”