Doesn't this suggest a somber novel to you?
Speaking of novels, one reason I haven't been posting is that I am hard at work on a new novel, a mystery novel, that requires a lot of research. I'm enjoying it a lot and feeling pangs of guilt for my lack of sociability on line. Nonetheless, my imaginary friends are calling, and I can't let them down. In a future post I will tell a little more about the Parador.
Meanwhile, spring really is coming to this beautiful area. Here is proof:
How about you? Does your writing interfere with your social life? Or is it vice versa?