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Dark skies, thunder, lashing rain, tearing winds. Its been an unusually rainy August.

augustblogfestIts been good too. Grey days are good writing days, words flooding the page inside, rain streaking the windows outside.

August crept by while writing short stories, writing poetry and planning my next book. Lots written and a couple of published pieces.

So one more month passes on the short story journey, one more step on the long winding road.