Blessing from a Hidden Spring
The mist lies thick outside the door. The thermometer shows below freezing in Oslo. I can’t help but long for Bali—for the warmth, the tropical rain showers, and the peaceful mornings at a café with my writing session. Sitting outside, with life unfolding around me at a slower pace. Yes, I’m well into my next book. This time, it’s different. When I started my first novel, I had no idea what I was going to write about. Now I do….