Category Archives: life at strandhill

My Writing Muse Is Active.

Summer has finally arrived in my neck of the woods.  Upon arising this morning just before dawn, the air felt ever so crisp and cool.  I made a cup o’ tea and headed to my terrace to watch the world wake up.

As the sun rose this morning, the birds began to sing, and in the distance, a lone car putt-putted on the country road.  The dew sparkled in the lush green field under blue-pink skies, and a soft breeze tickled the leaves on the magnolia trees.  The breeze sent a soft fragrance from the marigolds planted in pots around the terrace.

I am writing almost every day and have several books and short stories in the works.  I had a dry spell for a while, but it returned in full force.

I like that.

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©2022 Colcannon Metropolis, excerpt from “Thoughts from the Terrace on a Rainy Day” and “Tales at Dawn”