And it is out full force. Well, as full a force as it can be in winter.

And I can now say, sotto voice….. “I see real shadows.”

I finished reading Patricia McKillip’s book “Winter Rose”.
What a nice little story it was too. Magical things afoot. Wild in the woods trampings. Right up my alley.

She has a nice way with a phrase now and then:

“Corbet, he called himself to the villagers. But I saw him before he had any name at all.”

And I decided that “worn” clichés still sometimes work. For I smiled and nodded when she described someone as, “ignorant as a fence post.”

Sometimes the familiar works.

The one thing I learned from the book that I will remember as a writer, (I hope) is that once you have established the premise, you don’t have to illustrate it over and over. There were certain reoccurring episodes that got to be cumbersome after a while. One less would have worked for me.

Anyway, it was a nice book. And I have been having a hard time finding fiction that I enjoy. Which is so odd, because when I was younger, I used to read 2 or 3 books a week. I could not get enough. I guess I have grown pickier. Sad, but true.

That’s about it from here today.