It’s been a wild year. It hasn’t even been a year – 2020 is only just past half-way over – and I’m ready for a new start.
New England is still lovely, and still ferociously green. Our hens are full-grown and giving us eggs every day. (My uncle sent me ten (10!!!!!) different cookbooks just about eggs. Who knew there were that many cookbooks just for eggs?)
And I’m getting back into words. For so long, writing stopped for me. The general stresses of the world around me just made my brain fall silent. But I’m finally hearing stories again, hearing characters whispering to me, seeing the different towns and settings where the stories are growing.
I can’t wait to tell you about them!