Danger Everywhere

Fiorella walked up to the road at twilight and started looping a long string of tinsel garlands on the trees down into the driveway.  The sky was blue-gray, the moon was a smudge of white overhead, and the air was still.  Suddenly she realized she was all alone on the darkening road--a situation right out of Forensic Files.

And that, my friends, is how a writer's mind works.

Blessed Silence

Fiorella needs her quiet time, when she's all alone with herself and can rush around the house doing whatever needs to be done or can sit on the sofa and write--or just contemplate the world.  She needs to have a mental rest time, when she doesn't have to talk or respond to an interlocutor.  She likes socializing, but sometimes the madding crowd gets to be too much.