On Riding the Wind:

It may not be March yet but last night the wind started roaring through my mountain top.

The wind and I have a love hate relationship. I love how it dries the clothes quickly on the clothes line. I hate when it takes down trees which then take out my electricity. But for some reason it stirs my creative juices and I can’t stop writing horror fiction.

I’ll be back tomorrow with my Silly Day the Thirteenth. But for now I’m very busy riding the wind.