Winter Rain

We had a lovely rain yesterday morning -- a wonderful Christmas present! The ground was gloriously squelchy and the temperature balmy.

I schlepped all those packages to the post office after the rain stopped a little before noon. Fog was rising from the river -- which was running higher at last -- and through the mist, I could see the heron hunched on a rock.

(One of the pleasures of country life is the comparative lack of traffic -- I can stop on the bridge and get out of my car to take pictures, knowing that if a vehicle should come along, the driver will slow down, wave, and go around me.)

The mist was gathering strength, looking very much like a special effect for a production of Macbeth -- or possibly some spooky epic with ghostly warriors riding skeleton steeds that skim the water's surface. Or maybe a scene from The Mists of Avalon.

By the time I returned home, around three, the mist was floating higher, rising above the tree tops.

NOTICE: my friend Kay Byer's other blog is featuring a wonderful list of books (mainly by NC writers) for holiday gift giving -- she's kind enough to include me.

Which brings me to my second NOTICE: Two different people told me yesterday that they couldn't find copies of Signs in the Blood -- not at Amazon nor Barnes and Noble nor at the Random House website. At all of these sites it was on back order with no estimate of when it would be available.

I emailed Herself, my redoubtable editor, and asked if this meant I was Out Of Print -- something no series writer wants to happen -- and she replied that due to an inventory glitch, SIGNS is Out of Stock not Out of Print. Whew! Herself also said that she has spoken to Production (sternly, I hope) to rectify and ask for an urgent reprint.

So that's what's up with that.