This morning my thoughts are like the leaves that are beginning to fall here and there in my yard: one thought here, two or three over there, and when a wind blows through, scattering them in all different directions.
It is dark this morning, of course, because I’ve gotten up before the sun yet again and the temperature is in the 40s, much cooler than usual. I wonder if we’ll have an early fall. The Farmer’s Almanac is forecasting a colder winter. Dawn and I agree that we should have some snow so that the great out-of-doors will be beautiful as well as frigid. There’s a feeling in the air that makes me think of curling up beside the fireplace with a cozy mystery and a cup of hot chocolate.
For the umpteenth time, I’ve gone over my finished book, finding errors and better ways to say things. No matter how many pairs of devoted eyes go over a newly written story, some words or phrases or punctuation slip through the cracks. But I’m happy now with the finished product and grateful for the critiquing friends who have journeyed through the perils of Darcy and Flora with me.
Wednesday is our regular cozy critique session. I have an unfinished love story that I want to read aloud to the group and ask for ideas of where it should head next. A young widow returns to a vacation spot that she and her late husband visited in the past. As she sits on a park bench one foggy morning, looking out at the Civil War cemetery below her, she has a most unusual experience, one that should point her in the right direction, but will it? (Only the Shadows knows. Heh. Heh.)
Well, I warned you that my thoughts are all over the map but it seems they swirl around the subject of writing more times than not. I couldn’t leave you this morning, though, without mentioning that yesterday was the first day of autumn. Now the days will start getting shorter, minute by minute and here come the long nights of winter, a time for a light in every room of the house, a fireplace crackling merrily on the hearth, a mug of hot chocolate and a cozy mystery in an easy chair. Oh! I already said that, didn’t I? I think it must be a fixation.
Blessings to you, my readers, whether your autumn is colder than mine or much warmer. May this be a wonderful day and may your troubles be only small ones that dissolve quickly in the light of God’s love.
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