Christmas is past and a new year is upon us. Hopefully, 2021 is a better year. The only problem I see now is it is followed by 2022 (too, as in the second 2020).
I am a day late getting this week’s blog. Yesterday was a little busy and it slipped my mind until late evening. Being a morning person, I don’t do well in the evening. My wife and daughter are evening people and believe morning suck. Sometimes I wake with a song in my heart and it comes out in a quiet hum. This is met with a guttural growl that scares even the dog. So, I don’t make any noise before the first cup of coffee that even comes close to being pleasant. Happy wife, happy life.
This morning there is a bright light shining in our kitchen. I remember this brightness from the depths of my memory. I peek out the window to see the sky is blue and not the gray that northern Ohioans grow accustom to every January. I searched my memory and I remember the bright light is called sunshine. It has a very warming effect on the spirit once your eyes grow accustom to it.
I finished gathering short stories from the past twenty years and put them in book form. This new book has 56 thousand words. The stories cover everything from romance to heart break and humorous to heart breaking. They are stories about people trying to make through life. They are glimpses into their lives exposing an important moment to them and sharing them with the world. Look for this book in spring of 2021.
The Fighting Son is waiting on the final cover design. Then I can put the finishing touches on the book and order a proof. It is still on schedule for release date of January 31.
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