Winter Writing...

It's a cold winter evening in January. My well proportioned cat is asleep on the couch, and my father is asleep upstairs. Today was a sunshiny day. My dear mother is sweeping the floor, and I am going to work on my book. Yes! It's called "Spring Will Not Forget", and it promises to be a most interesting work of fiction. Soo... I am off to the wonderful world of imagination. Maybe sometimes I will post excerpts from this most worthy of literary works...