Its fall, when leaves wither on the vine and our lives begin to wither at the prospect of winter. It only makes sense if we remember Spring will come again.
The past few weeks have been a little hard on my writing life. First, I had a three-week case of the flu and bronchitis, then I took on a new client that has required more of my time than expected. I’ve had a few deadlines that had to be met, and somehow I have managed to