Winter is
coming as the temperature falls, the need to stay home and write warms my heart
and makes me think about my stories. And when I think about my stories a
mixture of happiness and melancholy envelops me and my heart sinks.
I've written
four books and God knows how many stories I keep pushing in my subconscious,
letting them grow and mature like good old wines. So what do I do when I'm not
writing? I'm rewriting, editing and working on my stories again and again and
then even some more.
