Last week we left Whisper on the Wind on the shelf…and not a bookstore shelf, but on the proverbial author's idea shelf. Ignored but not quite forgotten. It remained, of all the World War One books I'd either written or wanted to write, my favorite. Partly because writing the original draft brought such spiritual affirmation from God. I told myself someday I would pull that manuscript out and work it into shape until it was publishable. But other projects (with deadlines) took...