|Heide Braley at the age of three.|
We fell asleep last night to the sounds of gentle raindrops on the trees outside our windows. As the night progressed, the rain got heavy and twice I wondered if we were going to have our backyard flooded out by the heavy cloudbursts. This morning, the rain has been steady and I feel like I am living in a tropical jungle with all the dripping and splashing.
This is perfect weather for writing and after I do a few errands, I plan on hitting the keyboard.
I am listing some of my stories on Smashwords so I can reach a larger market, for those folks who don't use Kindles. This should help to increase my audience.
This is a fun week for me in the history of my life; my youngest daughter has her last day of high school, I am celebrating my 26th anniversary with my husband and I am turning 50. Am I allowed to say that I am content with my age? I don't feel any older and want to embrace each change that comes my way.