A Small Break

One of the great things about writing is that you can stop and smell the roses once in a while. The weather where I live has been hot and dry, but the greenery is something to be seen. Dandelions have sprouted in every unattended crack and corner. The sky is the blue of Delft China and ice when it is hit by the sun at just the right angle. Early mornings are warm enough for spaghetti-strap shirts, but refreshing. These are great days to curl up outside on a lawn chair with your preferred trashy historical fiction novel. It's going to be a gorgeous summer, and I want to lap up every minute of it.