Autumn

The word weaving continues and the first draft of my new novel is keeping me out of mischief (in this world at least). I close my eyes and all I see are words, words… and … Read more…

Autumn is sailing in. The cool morning air, teased by the rising sun, forms fast-thinning veils of vapour over the lake. Past, present, and future is carried in these mists. It is where the dreamer … Read more…