I thought “beer cake” took it. The cake, I mean.
But then came “beer cheese soup,” served with a warm pretzel.
Heretic that I am, I skipped the mustard. But still.
Pumpkins, gourds, hay bale and obligatory (too sugary, but what the hell, it’s October) apple cider obtained, rustic roads driven, stables located for Fall Excursion Three: Trail Ride version, planned for tomorrow. Weather scheduled to cooperate. I’ll keep you posted.
And oh, by the way, trusted friend two has submitted a second positive review with a few minor and constructive editorial suggestions and a vote for pursuing publication (no idea how to do that, but I intend the first step to be an effort to obtain representation by a literary agent. Which I also have no idea how to do. Advice welcome.) Activate Plan A.
And bonus, here’s something I learned from getting a good review from a trusted friend right after returning from Fall Excursion Two: fresh apple cider tastes pretty good when mixed with champagne. And mild terror. Just sayin’.
Gathering courage for the next step (which also may include hearing from brothers, who are much slower than trusted friends in reading the book), I remain,
Your nervous, jumpy, over-caffeinated and energized by the crisp fall weather,