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The Long Wet Summer.

It has been a long, wet summer. We have been busy trying to do outside chores like painting the house and staining the 3 decks in between outbursts of rain that seemed to last for days. It was a lesson in frustration to finish painting over 900 spindles, four sides, two coats, but it is done. The porch has been re-screened. The drive re-graveled. To that end, my focus has been on the home, not on writing. But the books call. And the geese are flying. And, while in other places of this glorious country the snow is already falling, here it is Indian Summer. My taste buds are preparing for pumpkin soup and banana nut bread. The fire has been laid for that first lighting. The plants brought in for wintering over. It is time to fire up the computer, re-read my manuscripts and dive headfirst into the wonderful world of imagination. I don’t intend to come up until Spring–well, except for hosting Thanksgiving dinner and a winter cruise with my sweetie. I can hardly wait to see where my stories will lead me next. Happy Autumn, everyone.

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