Summer brightens my days
Writing in winter, I'm rushing to catch the light. It's too cold by the window, and the temptation of tea and afghans make me lazy; convinced that reading is just as important as writing. So an escape to a cafe soon becomes a dark afternoon and a day with no writing.But summer - that's when writing becomes magic. Summer writing starts with a wake-up call from the birds outside my window. Yes, 4:30 is early to be up, but when you're a bird, the coming of dawn is a happy, promising time.Because…See More
