Rain today-if it were November it would be a gloomy precursor to winter-but it's March so we are hopeful for Spring. The scene, though, is exactly the same. Rain, bleak empty branches, dead yellow brown grass. Oddly the lake is still froze with ice along the edges.
My great writing experiment is moving along. I am mentally and physically wiped. Will blog on that on my Sunday blog as I'm thinking I won't be this ambitious again for a long time.
Did I mention I got galley's for Dream Man Thursday. I need to finish those as well and send them to my editor. Busy, busy, busy...
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