The Writing Process
It's around 7:30 and I have just had First Breakfast--one egg on a roll with a dab of mustard and two dabs of mayonnaise. The mug of hot coffee awaits my attention. Filtered sunlight plays in the bright green leaves of the big maple out front, a foreshadowing of the autumn colors to come. So begins the last day of highish heat for a while. Tomorrow, They say, a cold front will descend through western Canada, into Montana, Wyoming, and the Dakotas, and affecting us even here in central/southern... Sign in to see full entry.