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This morning I awoke to a view of a full moon hoving over the hilltop through a smoky lace veil of bare branches. I actually stepped outside (barefoot - don't tell my mother!) to look at it.
I could feel that I was on the mend, and I'd had an idea for a twist in Book II of The Orphan's Tale, which I am working on at the moment. A touching idea, introducing (incognito) a man who would be a major contributor to mid 1800's Europe. To have the prison-raised hero encounter this fellow as a young man (the fellow, not the hero, who is in his mid-forties) and recognize in him a sort of wistful admirer, has me smiling.
There's another character who appears in the trilogy (it's shaping up to be that) and he's always such a joy to write about:
|Larouche The Great|
I love writing about him.
The flow of creative juices is always a cause for celebration.
(And I am remembering that today is a Friday! I hope you all have wonderful weekends.)