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It has been a slow couple of weeks, let me tell you. Between twisted knees, plenty of snow, and writing for NaNoWriMo 2014, I haven't had much time to write on the website.

As one friend put it - "Being off her feet will help her write her next novel!"

She is, as you can tell, anxiously awaiting the sequel to Shamrocks of Stone. It is coming along, and once December hits, it will be the primary focus. Sometimes, I find after a long writing hiatus (such as this summer) National Novel Writing Month is a good way to jump start my writing juices again.

It's down to the last couple days, so I decided I'm going to push through and try to finish it by Thanksgiving, or at the very least, have it almost finished before Thanksgiving so I can enjoy the time with family.

By the way, for those concerned about the snow, it's gone for the most part. Three feet of snow has nothing on rain and mild temperatures. Of course, those in the flood-prone areas of Western NY have one disaster after another, but where I am, the flooding is mild.

I hope everyone has a Happy Thanksgiving.

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