Dreary Days

March in Maine can be very melancholy. The days finally start to get longer, thankfully, but sometimes that only means longer stretches of gloomy gray skies. It's a necessary evil, as the rain helps the snow melt fairly fast. So does the sun, if it ever decides to peek out. This coming weekend, we set the clocks ahead, a sure sign that Spring will be here soon! I want nothing more than to sit on my deck and write in the warm sunshine! 

This week has been especially dreary here, but I think most of it is in my mind. I finished writing my next psychological thriller book, and I always feel a bit sad upon completion. This one literally had me in tears as I was editing. I grew up in a tiny town on a multi-generational dairy farm, and I based my next book on that special property. I'd forgotten some memories over the years, as time likes to play its little games with us, and this book, while fiction, unearthed a lot of my past - things that I didn't know to appreciate when I was a child. Scenery, unbreakable family ties, and the unmistakable beauty of simple farm life, just to name a few. Things I miss now, as an adult. 

Now, as I listen to the rain pelting down outside, I'm trying not to be melancholy. I'm grateful that I could write this book, and I'm excited to share it with everyone! I'm sure I'll be in trouble because I did use a few swear words, but I hope my dad likes it. I hope I did Lone Mountain justice.