Moonlight lies like a blessing along the roof of the old church, silvering the dark shingles. Like solemn eyes, the windows reflect the still light. Trees, silent sentinels, stand guard over church and cemetery, nodding their heads as a breeze moves among them. Year after year, century after century, the trees watch and listen. Grateful worshipers, happy wedding parties, community gatherings pass through the doors of the church, here one moment, gone the next. And funerals…how many times has the bell in the tower tolled the passing of another soul into eternity? But now, the church stands empty and alone, like a forgotten dream under the light of that cold and distant moon.
By the Fright of the Silvery Moon has progressed to choosing the cover picture. And that will be the scene on the front of the sequel to Moonlight Can Be Murder, I can hardly wait for you to see it and, more importantly, to read it. But, it’ll be a while–as in several more months. The final stages of bringing a book into public view takes a lot of work. However, it’ll get there.
This morning, it’s sunlight, not moonlight, the gladdens the day. The trees cast long shadows across grass and sidewalk. My neighbor left for work a few minutes ago. Squirrels are chasing each other through the maple. And, despite freeze and marauding rodents, my jonquils are still beautiful by the mailbox.
The coffee mug on my desk is empty. That means it’s time for a re-fill. This will be a busy week with a critique and a luncheon and visits with friends. But, in between all this, there’ll be time to write. Write what, you ask? Already the third book in the Moonlight series is taking shape within my mind. I think this time Ned will be looking into an old house in the middle of winter. Snow will be on the ground. It will look beautiful and peaceful in the stillness of night; but, as you and I know, moonlight can be deceitful.
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