As a rule, you get only what you go after. But sometimes visitors come to you, uninvited, but not unwelcome.
Fawn.
Some visitors are anticipated, but land early.
Maple rag.
And there are visits, not uncommon, but remarkable in the details.
Stored sunshine.
Paradise with mildew and stinging insects, is paradise, all the same. Which you can prove simply by seeing who comes along to share it with you.
The final edit of a novel is a long long slog, if only because final never ends. You cannot enter a paragraph without making a change, for the better, you hope, or fixing an error. The tenth pass is the charm. Ghost Walk will be published in the next few weeks. Until then, I welcome visitors who are beautiful and silent and arrive when my eyes are screen sore.