A couple of years ago, my kids bought me a journal. I am always jotting down ideas for my novels, and they thought the journal would help. I love it, but how I write in it is interesting. My brain never stops, a common occurrence with those who are involved in any of the arts. When I first opened my journal, I started writing stuff about Melarandra. The notes speak of the world, parts of it, spells, and other nonsense you may one day see in a book. Some days speak of how I am

Monday arrived with the usual flair, although this time it was October 1st. The air was cold, and rain threatened, yet it still caused excitement. If you are a lover of hallowe'en, then you understand. I love this month, for more than just the scares. It is the final month of the year, if your beliefs are the same as mine that is. It is a time to reflect of the year which has passed. A time to listen for the whispers your ancestors wish you to hear. The veil is thin, and when