Storybook Babies

My children are grown and raising their own children, the puppy sleeps through the night, and the cat has been re-homed. You would think a good night’s sleep was guaranteed.

However, I’ve been birthing a whole new set of storybook babies who clamor at me at all times of the night wanting their stories told. Man, oh man, they’re a noisy bunch!

Working Two Jobs at Once


It’s harvest time and I’m sitting in a combine, going ’round and ’round in circles at a whopping 1.75 mph. Meanwhile, my brain is going ’round and ’round in plot circles, untangling knots, smoothing transitions, justifying twists.

The first gives me focused time to think, the second keeps me from going fruit-loopy bonkers from boredom.