After two weeks of evening and nighttime storms, summer nights have been pleasant here in the urban wilds of eastern Pennsylvania for the past several days. We went to the Jersey Shore on the 4th, had a lovely dinner, and walked in the surf watching the little coquina shells burrow into the sand every time the waves washed over them. Later we sat on the beach at Cape May on a glorious moonlit night and watched fireworks. It was fabulous…aside from the traffic coming home, but that’s a story not worth telling.
It may be summer but I’ve been working on winter stories. I sent my “Wishes” story for Valentines day to beta readers last week. I’m now typing away on an as yet unnamed novella for the Bluestocking Belles 2025 holiday collection. It will be a bit of a mystery. So far I have a dead shepherd and an angel with crumpled wings to seems to have seen a man in black “with no face.”
Meanwhile I finally added A Winter Wallflower in Bloom to my Website. I let that slip–sorry about that. It contains my Snowed by the Wallflower and nine other excellent stories by other authors.
This week we have no visitor for Facts Behind the Fiction. I’ll just keep beavering away on the holiday mystery. Do you think they’ll find a Wise Man? But first, coffee.