About a month or so from now, summer will begin to wane. The myriad of garden colors will be replaced by fading green and then the ground will be crunchy brown with the leftovers. Not seeking to wish away time I look forward to fall because it is my season.

 

Had an awesome vacation with family and away from words. The breather stoked bonds and mental acuity. Memories fill my heart. News is depressing and it has been god-awful hot but windows are open today. Air conditioners resting until tomorrow.

 

This first free of time-clock summer is a god-send. The writing life is a dream come true. I am blessed and grateful. And best of all I am making real progress and have not given up on the belief that regardless of that which may prejudice an agent or publishers mind (age), it’s all about the story.

 

The title, STANDING IN FRONT OF SEPTEMBER