Something New and Bright

The butterflies are feasting on the phlox and butterfly weed in my garden. Every morning they return eager to sample the nectar in the bright flowers.

Today I'm anxious to write. I'm nearing the end of this revision of the novel. Aaaaaaaah. A good feeling. But I'm also anxious to work on a new picture book idea that's been haunting my thoughts in sleep and as I wake every morning. That's one of the joys of writing. There's always something new and bright waiting in the wings.