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Why I wrote The Hawk

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A possible cover shot for an upcoming installment of The Hawk . This was the view at our second residence while living in England. Sometimes, well into writing a manuscript, I realize the true purpose for said story. Occasionally it's not at all related to why I began telling that tale; The Enran Chronicles qualifies, as do drafts I'll never publish, yet just as vital to me are those yarns spun for reasons only I needed to grasp. When I started writing The Hawk , I thought it was going to be a short story. Laughing Out Loud! As it became something far more encompassing, I accepted it was a way to work through massive personal issues; becoming a grandmother as my father died, finding my role as a woman no longer that young, etc, etc, etc. But well into a third of the saga emerged previously unplanned characters and story lines which are some of the most meaningful I have been blessed to translate from my heart onto a virtual page. The scene that follows is but one example, as S...

One chapter (and chicken story) per day

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Camilla and Cami in front, assorted Barnevelders behind them. Snapped yesterday by my husband. Still reading through Nothing More Complicated . And am happily amused by the silliest chickens in my realm... So, chickens you say! Oh those chicksters.... Yesterday afternoon I was shoveling poo from along the wall, what I do every three or so days. As I shoveled, the chickens dug through the straw, looking for any additional kernels of seed. Occasionally they clucked when my shovel moved too quickly for their liking, LOL. I noticed the dustbath box, or dustbox as we've started calling it, needed to be stirred, so I went for my stick, not shutting the coop door firmly closed. And suddenly I notice Owl Chicken slipping through the gap, making her getaway from the coop. Okay, I thought, you naughty chicken! Then more rightly I berated myself for not closing the door properly. Lol not lol! She was NOT KEEN on being coerced back into the coop, far more willing to explore her newfound freed...

Five weeks till the solstice

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This hat comes first because I made it before the other two, and it's already been through the wash, hence the fuzziness around the edges. Because my chickens need some sun! And I need to appreciate the lessening daylight just like I adore the lengthening days.... It's also five weeks until the last Sunday in Advent, but I didn't know that until I checked the calendar, finding that the solstice coincides with Advent. Which isn't so much what this post is about, but it is fascinating. Anyway.... What made me think about the solstice was the chickens. They get so little sun these days, and that won't improve significantly until, well, February. Lol. Poor chickies, not that they know any better, but I do and.... And there's very little I can do about it, other than let them into the garden when the garden is getting sun, then waiting. We live amid plenteous tall trees, and not until this year has the lack of winter sun been an issue, as thankfully I don't suffe...

Another necessary excerpt

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Gratuitous chicken photo as Owl drinks from a tub in the garden while Cami gazes to the left. This is from Nothing More Complicated: The Hawk Book Four . Stanford Taylor inwardly debates the need for his soul while his longtime housekeeper Agatha Morris proffers the Alka-Seltzer amid 1962's Christmas preparations..... Enjoy!   As families prepared for the holidays, Stanford took stock of his role as an art dealer. He hadn’t blatantly told Eric he would no longer represent him, but Laurie had made Stanford’s feelings clear to both Snyders. Initially Stanford wasn’t sure how he felt about Laurie’s declaration, but it had eased Stanford’s mind, which was still burdened by all Laurie had learned on Thanksgiving. Stanford hadn’t seen Seth since that day, too busy preparing for Eric’s paintings to be shipped to London. The exhibit in New York would close on Sunday, just in time for Christmas. Then the canvases would head for Britain, and after that Stanford wasn’t sure what would happ...