From the writing cave
It’s winter outside the writing cave and while I’m hard at work on books for a new series as well as books for some not-so-new series, I take time every day to spend a little time watching these faces outside my window.
It seems the previous owners of our house were deer feeders and the first year we were here, the deer let us know they expected we should keep up the tradition. At least twice a day I get that niggling sense I’m being watched, twitch the curtains aside and see these faces outside my window.
I wouldn’t have it any other way.