Winter Sabbatical

I am taking a winter blogging sabbatical. I should return in about a month or so. In the mean time, I will be working on some short works of fiction, running in 9 degree weather, brewing Kombucha tea, and trying to capture the ever-fleeting moments with my little family before those moments become museum specimens.

Here is the first line of my latest children's fiction series based on Nephew #1 (my muse). It is about a wild boy:

"A little boy wandered through the forest. He was not scared. The forest looked after him. He was safe and warm. At night, the forest sang him to sleep with her coyotes howling at the moon and her crickets chirping at the stars and her owls hooting at the rustling wind."

This are the first couple of lines from my latest adult short fiction thriller based on my second favorite muse, my Grandmother. It is about an unlikely serial killer:

"I've known my grandmother was a serial killer since I was a little girl. Going through her house now with my mom and aunts, it becomes obvious they don't know. I am surprised. Grandma wasn't great at burying the bodies, especially in her old age. I should have been better about helping her."

:)

See you all in February!