I’m on the road again; this time with the family. It’s a short trip—only a few days—and we’re traveling through the Willamette Valley of Oregon visiting friends and just generally looking around. It’s a beautiful place.
I’ve been writing, too—more so than over the last few weeks which have been busy, busy, busy at the day job. I’m revising a story that bothered me when I first wrote it. I still find it somewhat disturbing, but I’m beginning to embrace it and to love the characters. That’s a good sign for the story. Hopefully it’ll be a good one when it’s finished.