Fresh Snow

My brain is all tracked up with Miss Birdie stuff and, though I haven't heard anything yet from Herself, I'm in search of fresh snow. I'm trying to clear out my mind to move on to the next book -- the one with Elizabeth and her sister Gloria and the resolution of that puzzling message from Aunt Dodie.

I'm pecking away at the mess in my workroom -- did the ironing, put away the Christmas wrapping, caught up with email, made reservations for upcoming book events, and now I'm beginning to clear my shelves of Birdie-related material and get ready to write another book.

I'd actually started on it -- done some research in the library in Asheville, worked out a rough plan -- when Herself said she wanted the Birdie book for this year. So I've been rereading those notes I made over a year ago, working on a time line for the new book, and, yes, just like the mother who forgets how painful childbirth was, I'm ready to do it again!

I've missed Elizabeth and I'm ready for a new start -- ready to make marks on fresh snow.