Hiding away...

...and writing. It's raining outside and the yard is filled with robins browsing the lawn for lunch. Walnuts are growing on our tree outside my window, and the squirrels keep checking them for ripeness. The apple and pear trees are showing their first beginnings of growth. I think writing is sometimes a lot like this...waiting for the rain, waiting for the fruit to ripen, waiting for the natural progression of things, and patiently watching the words fill up one page, and then another, as the story unfolds.