A Writer's Journal




This morning, sitting at my desk, I watch the hummingbirds outside my study window.









They take turns, perching on the skeletal remains of a foxglove,
peering in at me.











I'd like to think that they're interested in my writing--

What's my new novel about?

Will it feature a hummingbird hero?

Would I consider it?--







 but I suspect they're really just wanting to stick close
to the feeder.








[First posted: August 5, 2013]






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