It will take a few more weeks of editing before the story is ready to go on line. It’s getting a three layered mega-edit. I go over it with my new handy dandy editing program that checks spelling and grammar (but it doesn’t catch everything). So the Goblin then edits one chapter at a time. I then I go back over it again and smooth out anything I’d missed. The process is slower than I’d like it to be, but I’ll be less stressed when I send it out into the world.
In this neck of the woods Fall has arrived. The leaves are falling off the trees and the sky has turned grey. Earlier this week I woke to find the countryside shrouded in fog. I love fog! I tried to resist, but I had to take my camera out and see if I could find some pictures. It was cold enough to persuade most of the dog walkers to stay home, but not cold enough for gloves so for most of my walk it was like having the countryside to myself. I particularly wanted to try and capture the thinning trees with their sparse leaves dotting the fog. That was my hope. Here are my favorite shots.
Lovely, just love all that fog I expect to see a carriage come rumblling out of the woods any minute now. it would be scary if all of a sudden I turn and someone’s right behind me.(I have a chicken heart) I bet you were just busting with all kind of story ideas. Thank you Ms. Carrie for sharing those pics with us. I wonder if we have purple smoke bushes here in the usa. Looking forward to reading the maypole too, will research it’s history (Maypole) to find out how it originated.
Thanks Victoria! That was a story-food walk! There’s something magical about Fog. Our blurry vision seems to open up endless possibilities. I assure you my heart is probably the shape of a chicken! If I ever see a carriage and horses ride out of the fog I’ll either faint (and get ran over) or run into a tree…giving my poor brain another concussion (missing the opportunity to see a ghostly spectacle extraordinaire). I find Moon-shadows equally magical. It wasn’t until we moved away from the city lights that I began to appreciate how strong (and otherworldly) moonlight can be. If I can persuade the Goblin, one of these days I’d love to go out in the middle of the night and try to take some shots by moonlight (at full moon). I’d go on my own, but it’s a bit scary! You never know what might be going on just out of sight in the country! Especially if one has an over-active imagination!