Weeks like this are why I can never decide if spring or fall is my favorite season...the wonderfully chilly nights, the sunny days that are just warm enough, bright blue sky, colorful leaves. It is going to be a bit warm for a couple days to start the week, but then it's going to drop back down into the 50s and 60s for daytime high temps, so I can make it through a couple days with it around 80 again.
It's been a really productive week for me, revision-wise, so that's another plus. I think two more passes should do it this week, and then I can get my formatting and final cover tweaks scheduled and figure out a release date for Freeing Medusa, finally! Right now, I have a big pot of veggie curry on the stove for dinner, bread just about done in the bread machine, and all the windows open to enjoy the beautiful day. Not a bad Sunday so far.
Before I go back to revisions, I have a snippet for you this week from Light the Way Home.
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Lucie had been on Mac’s Light Island for almost three weeks, but the view from the back door of her temporary home still took her breath away. Right now, she realized she’d been standing there staring, slack-jawed, at the sunlight glinting off the grey-blue ocean waves for a good five minutes. Shaking her head, she pulled the door shut and stepped down onto the sidewalk, feeling in her purse for her car keys.
She closed her fingers on the fob as a giggle reached her ears. She turned to the white picket fence that bordered the property next door as a big multi-colored ball sailed over it, toward her. “Oh!” She caught it before it hit her in the face, then started across the grass, balancing the ball on her hand.
Another giggle sounded as she neared the fence, so she adjusted her direction a tiny bit and came to a stop looking directly down onto a tousled blond head.
“I think you lost something,” she said.
The little boy’s face tipped up quickly, his blue eyes wide with surprise–as if he couldn’t believe she’d found him already.
Lucie grinned and held the ball higher.
He smiled as he got to his feet, brushing off his jeans-clad knees.
From seeing him playing outside several times already, she’d guessed he might be four, but now at close range, she scaled that back to three.
“Hi, I’m Hayden,” he said, holding out his right hand.
It was her turn to be surprised. She shook his hand, bemused. “Hi, Hayden, I’m Lucie.” Not too many three-year-olds had such good manners. Aside from the ball toss at her face, that is. “Nice to meet you.”
He glanced up at his ball. “Me an’ my dad are your neighbors.”
“I see that.” She noted he hadn’t mentioned his mom. “Who were you playing with?” She gave the ball a little bounce.
“Maybe you wanna play with me.” Guileless blue eyes locked on her face.
Ah. She squelched the pang in her chest. “I wish I could, but I’m on my way to town. Maybe we can play another time?” she added when his grin vanished.
“Like this afternoon?”
“Hayden!”
The deep voice got her attention–and the boy’s–just before a tall, sandy-haired man rounded the back corner of the next-door house.
Lucie’s mouth went dry. Wowza!
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How is your October going? Hopefully beautiful autumn days for you, too, and progress on whatever you're working on. I have a little more time for revisions today, and then I think after dinner, I'm going to crack open a book by a favorite author and enjoy that to wrap up the weekend. What are you reading this week? I'd love to hear about it!
Until next week, happy reading!
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