Sunday morning walks are my favorite part of the weekend during the Fall. I take my puppies, my phone and iPod and just walk. The air is always cool and fresh. The smell of pine on the breeze. It always seems to clear out the stresses of the week and clears my mind, and spirit. These are the mornings that I have brain storms about covers, and different scenes from different books. I come home, put something in the slow cooker for supper, grab a mug of hazelnut coffee and sit down and write until my fingers can't type another word. This is my definition of a happy Sunday.
As always, until next time...
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