The Roman Forum

Lucca and Pisa

Seagulls of the Roman Forum

Storm

It's coming, and I'm ready. I'm baking an apple pie and preparing to do nothing for two days but write and shovel snow.

Line Edits

Days of being glued to my laptop screen, that's what it took to implement my line editor's suggestions into the manuscript. I hit the "send" button and told my dogs, "Let's find a new trail." Off we went, into the mountains.

I haven't been on the trail for a few days, and look what happened: Summer is over.

I might have spent too much time on research for my Halloween horror story if I see that:

and think this:

"Paranormal Romance"

Stepped outside to check the color of the moon. Nothing looks spooky tonight. Grass, pines, and flowers smell heavenly.

Went hiking to stir my imagination. This is where the muse lives: