Being brave

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Home again and happy to be here! The roses above greeted us on the front porch; clouds were thick and we even received some drizzle last night, although night now depends on your mood. It was still light at well past half eight (8.30), the heavy mist reminding us that while we'd been in Nevada, now we were back along the North Coast. I wondered what the chickens would think of rose petals this time next year....

Lol! Chickens are still on my mind, but other items lurk in the gray matter, one of which *might* be the start of a novel. Maybe. Possibly. Really? I don't know for sure, but I am feeling like closing my eyes, allowing the muse to open the door where my writing hat lives. The muse could wander into that room, setting the cap gently atop its head, and maybe, MAYBE, I'll find myself writing another book.

In the interim, there are chickens to consider, the garden in need of attention, some sewing to ponder, and bravery is necessary for it all. On Being Brave is the title I've considered for, ahem, nearly two years for the next Enran Chronicles book, or was it Brave Upon Being.... One of those was slated as Book Five, and the winner is On Being Brave. Which might mean more than what the story entails, or stories, if I do what is needed, if I can be brave. A whole lotta courage is required for the next few weeks, what with baby chicks and other decisions that six months ago I never would have considered. I was dreaming about courage within a manuscript, but never anticipated what else might call for extraordinary fortitude.

And without being cagey, let me note that pulling a novel outta my backside is one HELL of a dream! Chickens notwithstanding, I've been wanting to write for...a long-assed time. Perhaps I'll shut up about it now, don't want to jinx it. Overthink it. Ruin a perfectly good what might be with a lot of BLAH BLAH BLAH.

Like going away for a few days and coming back to roses! Sometimes everything comes up roses. Sometimes being brave permits one's heart to throb for the best reasons. Sometimes....

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