Hello Readers, Writers, and Assorted Folk,
I hope this missive finds you well. Today's program is brought to you by the letters F (for frost) and D (for darkness): Winter is most definitely coming in my corner of the world in Central Massachusetts.
We've put the garden to bed here at Starfield Farm, with the exception for some frost tolerant crops like broccoli, cabbage, and brussels sprouts that we will be harvesting for a few more weeks.
The photo above is our root cellar with some of our storage crops. We are less of a farm then a homestead and grow food for ourselves. Being here gives me a far greater appreciation of what it takes to get vegetables and fruit to our table and I honestly never paid this much attention to the weather as a city-mouse.
I've also been 'harvesting' words: making real progress on the multiverse novel. (Still unnamed, alas!) But I've pushed past the halfway mark and have the pivotal 2nd plot point scene outlined. I'm finally happy with the structure and the stakes, plus the characters are busy talking amongst themselves as I eavesdrop.
A snippet from the story in all its 1st draft glory, including a note for myself for later editing. :)