Authors Electric

Gorgeous sunset, Pixabay image, with colours and light intact.  I don’t know about your part of the world, but we’ve had some amazing sunsets recently. We’re quite high up, with a gorgeous view into the alley and up the next hill, with the sunset just beyond the hill. It gives you the sort of view you find in books, where the dying light, fanned in orange of every hue across the sky, strokes the warm stone house, the pink roses nodding their heads, ready for bed. That kind of thing.  So whenever I notice the sunset, I take a picture. Or five. The result is dreadful. It either looks nearly night or just a white sky. Very disappointing, but so beautiful I take a few more, just in case this one turns out better. Years ago, we stayed in the Alps. I came home with hundreds of snow-covered pictures. No idea what to do with those. At least with digital pictures, you can simply delete them after a while. Writing can be like that. I often end up with very similar scenes or dialogue...