Eleanor Tatum

For my Sunday Blog Post on a Monday…it’s a beautifully colorful morning in my swamp. The blues of God’s heaven are peaking around off-white Excedrine-shaped clouds. The waters are ranging from chartreuse to a light Carolina blue.  Even the gray squirrels thankfully dance among the delightfully numerous shades of brown tree limbs and autumn colors.

A friend, a dear one at that, writes a blog that will lift you and your spirits and she often mentions our swamp and its mysterious manners. Check out Lisa’s Cheap Therapy Blog on Word Press.  Her envious descriptions sooth the alligators into their seasonal hibernation. Yup, that good.

Since I’m still waiting for the red-line edits of Swamp Home from my publisher, Rebel Ink Press, I’ll continue to draft my 4th book, Gray Lace, (a working title)in both yellow and white, on both legal pads and lap tops. At this point in the plot Trevor and Catherine are stuck between my swamp and Charleston, South Carolina in 1908. Nope, can’t take I-95.

Enough.