The Rains have arrived...
It's raining, it's pouring, the old man's snoring...so the nursery rhyme goes, and boy it's true now at this moment here in France.
We have had such a long hot summer and last weekend the clouds finally arrived. It has been raining on and off ever since. (This is great for me as I don't feel the usual guilt I feel when spending my time writing and not gardening, or doing housework). We are eagerly awaiting the arrival of the mushrooms, cepes, much prized by the locals, who collect them, cook them in garlic butter and parsley and enjoy eating them. We must have more rain according to my French neighbour, but the weather is due to get warm and sunny again this coming week so we will have to wait.
My writing is continuing, the two books currently being worked on are expanding well. I am enjoying researching and writing about Victorian England for book five, The Pen. Plenty of interesting characters to write about and imagine in different situations and I can see the story growing in my mind ready to be written.
As for the 'grown up' book,' When Two Worlds Collide,' I am almost ready to visit the Resistance Museum in Limoges to jot down lots of information about Josephine Baker and other brave souls who fought behind the scenes for their occupied country during those harsh times.
Lots to keep me going and to keep me out of mischief as the rain continues to fall.