A flash and a half this week. Sometimes I start a story and then let it simmer, maybe for a couple of hours, or overnight. Occasionally, I’ll get stuck, and all I’ll need to do is stand up and walk about three feet from my computer when all the ideas hit me.
Creativity is weird.
It was a quiet Halloween here, probably because it was so cold.
I love seeing trick-or-treaters, but with three rescue dogs, it’s problematic. All three have varying responses to the doorbell ringing, but it is uniformly loud.
So these days, we set a bowl of candy on the front steps.