Before we knock those icicles of the eaves, I thought I'd snap a picture and offer a look at my view this morning. The woods were filled with hoar frost, and it was like a winter fairy land.
I'm working my fingers to the bone, finishing ONCE A FATHER, the next book in my South Dakota wild horse sanctuary series. My title was "The Man Who Loved Wild Horses," which my editor loved, but the powers-that-be nixed because they wanted something "more romantic." ONCE A FATHER was my second choice, and it works, but it's not as beautiful. And IMO not as romantic. Eye of the beholder, I guess.
Happy Valentine's Day, everyone!