Hey, all. Gerry Boyle here, and I had this whole post written in my head (composed while I was driving today) about how this blog reaches interesting people, including a couple of publishers who read my last installment about digital vs. print and got in touch to say, sure they’d like to publish the new McMorrow mystery, can we talk?
But I’m going to save that one for next time, see how it all shakes out. Because fall is winding down here in my part of the Maine woods and I find it harder and harder to come inside on a sunny afternoon, even a dusky evening or a foggy dawn. Because I know that soon it will be dark and cold and we’ll be sitting by the woodstove, with spring a distant dream.
This is a time of year that I feel this need to capture the fleeting moments of the season. A cold day on the lake, the last boat out there. A chilled sunset. Foliage flaring by the water. A heron launching into the fog.
So here are a few pix from the last couple of weeks. This is why I live here, why I write here, why my books are what they are. We can talk books next time out. Today is about the last beautiful days of the season. Something to savor, no?
So that’s my report. Next time books and crime but not today.