BOO!

Halloween is upon us, my friends. Time flies, and this month it flies on a witch's broom. Halloween is one of my favorite holidays, but like you, this month has been extremely busy, and for once I have forgone the decorations of spider webs, spooky lights and knick-knacks--- all the things I'm usually busy having fun with this time of year.  Oh well, I'm off to other things, such a writing.

Oh yes, Summer Woodfield is a busy lady.  She has a lot on her plate at the moment and I do so enjoy traveling with her and her friends. On this trip, she has a new acquaintance whom I get the biggest kick out of, and I hope you will too.

BTW, this month I embarked with my cohorts on our annual ghost hunt.  What fun! We didn't find any ghosts but we had plenty of laughs and a few educational stops which included:

Fort Mifflin in Philadelphia

Cape May, NJ
Finns Point National Cemetery
Fort Delaware in Delaware Bay

Have you been to a deserted fort at night?  It will give you the shivers!

So It's back in the saddle for me. I know, I keep saying this, but keep in mind that it does take time to write a good story and I'm working hard at it! 

GEORGIA BACK ROADS STOLE MY HEART!

The back roads of Georgia are an eye-opener.  How wonderful to  travel along a two-lane road witnessing in person the history and  subsequent demise of the old south, the south of my favorite novels of old; Margaret Mitchell's 'Gone with the Wind', Faulkner's endless earthy tales of steamy summers & steamy people. Carson McCullers' 'The Member of the Wedding', to name a few.  I have always been enchanted by stories of the south and now I have driven back roads of Georgia! The cotton fields were abundant; fields and fields of snowy white bursts painted the countryside. Abandoned and deteriorated cabins and boxy country stores--reclaimed by layers of vegetation--created Kinkade photos of the reverse order --- not the cozy Hallmark - sweet - cottages of unreality, but the gritty truth of poor counties, a poor people, a hardscrabble life in the backwoods. The lazy rivers bordered with  ancient trees, their  branches draped gracefully in Spanish moss, are enough to make the coldest heart stop and stare in awe, and friends, this heart (not in the least bit cold) stopped and stared in awe a'plenty.

Ideas...ideas...ideas. They roll  and tumble through my head. I'm sorry to leave the South behind; the back roads, the cotton fields, the ramshackle, foliage covered cabins that once upon a time someone called 'home'. I love it...I remember it.

But now, I must tuck away these beautiful snapshots of Southern Georgia and concentrate on Summer and Captain Ruiz!!! Yes, New Orleans!