I have enough material to write every day nonstop for years on end, but then I’d be missing something. I’d be missing life. Books are at most an imitation of life, sometimes a sweeter life, in my case often a paranormal life. I am constantly in a state of working. Today I took time even in the rain to take part in a family tradition. Many rural states love the fair. It’s where you get to meet sheep up close and personal. You can admire the truck pull. We love to play the carnival games. Of course, there’s the food. My granddaughters started out with chocolate donuts.
Dinosaurs are very big this year, and they had a few.
Unfortunately, with the increasing downpour, it was time to go home. We are lucky that in Connecticut, there are so many fairs. We’re bound to attend more where our visit isn’t cut short by the rain.
So, what do I do now that I’m home again? I write, of course.
I hope your Sunday is filled with joy!
Susan Hanniford Crowley