Feels good to be back at my desk, the house wrens singing and the nestlings of chickadees flitting through on their way to the next garden. It’s going to be hot again today, but right now all the windows are open and the 66 F air is slipping through the house and my office. I’m guessing I’ve got until ten before I have to shut everything up and hide in the dark to try to stay cool.
June is OVER and I’ve soaked up the two weeks I hammered all spring to get with home-life stuff, and now I have 200 pages to write in a month to keep to my yearly schedule. I’ll admit that it feels good to get back to my desk. My mind is already switching into creative mode. This morning, I had an interesting, non-Hollows dream of a young woman lost in the woods who stumbles into a troll’s garden and is captured. Very much a beauty and beast situation. But it means everything is switched on and I’m ready to rock on the last 200 pages of this beast.
P.S. My favorite song was on the radio this morning when I fired it up. It’s going to be a good day, darn it, no matter what it throws at me.