It's spring. Can you feel it? There's So much to do my head is in a spin. Some days it's hard to concentrate.
So today I'm writing a love scene, set in France and I'm pretty much
brain dead. I got nothin'.
A knock comes to the
door,( unusual since we live on an old victorian farm in the boonies). I
open the door to find a black haired swarthy guy, who says, 'Hello I'm
Raoul. I come from the French Riviera. I have some delicious seafood in
the back of my truck. I stared at him thinking, are you kidding? LOL
God works in mysterious ways. Now the characters are just driving up the lane and knocking on the door.