There was only one Mississippi Kite youngster in the nest yesterday evening. Hopefully the other one has reached the stage where it can fly and has not fallen from the nest to become a victim to predators. My wife's cats have been seen in that neighborhood from time to time and cannot be ruled out, but no one is talking.
Did I mention that I received a few preliminary copies of my so called novel, No Refuge? It was printed by Lulu.com and I thought they did a good job with the possible exception of having the title a little too high on the cover. But maybe that was my fault. In any case, I have to admit to a certain amount of satisfaction and pride to have the finished product on my coffee table.
A couple of people, known for giving honest opinions, are reading it as we speak. Depending on their reviews, a decision will be made as to whether more editing is needed in hopes of a real publication, or simply chalk it up to experience. It's hard for me to believe that it has been two years since I started working on it. That's not writing every day of course, there were several weeks when I got burned out and didn't touch it, but all in all, it was a worthwhile experience. Just not sure I'll ever do it again. Truth is, I'm a much better reader than writer.