Really??!! Six months? I hardly have the nerve to even show up on this page. But some kind words from a supportive writing buddy, well, actually two, who have been steadfast encouragers for my writing for years, finally drove me back.
I'll have to send out an SOS to find Yardley and get any support from her. Which will not be easy, she is not fond of, actually hates, the kind of weather we're having right now. Inches of snow? Near zero temps some nights? Come to think of it, I'm not too fond of it myself.
The deer family which has managed to survive for several years in a sparse copse of trees in the neighborhood seem to be frantically trying to find some, any kind of nourishment. Their tracks go from bush to bush. I think this is the first several inches of snow we've had since they took up residence.
Update:
Surrounding areas (our Southern neighbor states, anyway) may have wondered where that hearty, collective 'Thank God' was coming from today. Our temperature suddenly moderated to a balmy 40's! Even so, there are still remnants of snow along roadways, and fairly large mounds of snow here and there in parking lots.
I've decided to make a small change to the content of the right column. The older I get, the more I seem inclined to give voice to the things that really irk me. Other people do, in ways that are almost incomprehensible sometimes. So rather than put it in mild 'rants' in this main content, it will be confined. Maybe! And maybe I'll throw in a 'rave', occasionally.
Well, Yardley seems to be keeping very quiet. Muses have a habit of that. Never around when you need them. Will keep calling.
Sylvia's dream writing space!
I really did used to dream of having a small building in my back yard dedicated to my writing. A place where I could sit and write. Watch the birds. Listen to the rain. Burn up the computer keys when that idea for the great American novel struck me like lightning. As you may have guessed, it didn't happen. But I have managed to produce a dozen or so books of varying lengths and subjects. Mostly mysteries, my favorite genre.
The last few weeks would have been good opportunities to write my 'inaugural rant' paragraph. I'm referring to the extreme cold I mentioned that is troubling the neighborhood doe and her fawns. There were three back in the summer, I hope they've survived. Hunters live in the subdivision, but I guess killing these would be the equivalent of 'shooting fish in a barrel.' The hunters like to fish, also, and go out in the most awful weather.