Well, a golly good morning to you all, or afternoon, or evening, or whenever you happen to be reading this.
Yesterday, the sun came out. The temps stayed cool. The grass was dry. I mowed my lawn. I also weeded among the dahlias and the marigolds. More is needed, almost daily. I've heard it said nothing grows like a weed.
I like to use song lyrics in my writing to set the tone of a certain chapter, or to foreshadow what is coming down the road, or to give insight into one or more of my characters. For example, in The Body in Repose a line from Grandson's song Dirty, "we might not make it till the morning,' did one, or more, of the above so lyrics from that song were used for a chapter that included an alternative music dancercise class. I don't spend hours a day listening to music to find these lyrics, in fact my world is relatively quiet, though I will sometimes listen to German or Spanish folk music while I'm writing. With that being said, I'm pleased to say the some of the lyrics from this song have made it into The Body Under Ice (snigger, snigger).