There’s a story in everything that I do

There are the gargoyles at the doors to the place that we stayed in Richmond Hills, Ontario. I do have a thing for gargoyles with about a dozen of them “guarding” my bookshelves. But, what’s the story behind these? Are they there for the artistic nature of these beauties? Or, perhaps they wree guarding the entrance way. Who knows, I should have asked.

But the better question is whether the story behind something is a short story or a novel. Whenever I sit down to write, whether here or elsewhere, such as my had-written journals I never know where it will take me. But that’s the nature (fun?) of writing.

More later…