Lunchtime.

Mid-way through the day's writing, I often take a walk. Not a power walk. Just a stroll. Today I was reminded that even in autumn, winter's colors assert themselves. I swear I smelled evergreen.

Happily, Foolishly, I Dance.

As I once explained to the dude at the Genius Bar . . . part of my social media strategy is to make an ass of myself. So when I told some folks recently that I did a dance whenever I hit 100, 200 or 300 pages, they extracted a promise from me. I hope they are happy now! Watch and weep.