After a long day of hard work on the novel, I took a break to enjoy some very delicious cheesecake with my favorite red head in the world.

The revisions to chapter one are complete.

Oh, and I found more pictures of the Troutman Harvest Fest back in 2003. After the considerable amount of wine consumed throughout the entire day, it's possible these pictures are the only proof that these events did occur.












This would be the contest in which two people race to stomp enough grapes to produce a cup filled with juice. Andrew won. He has bigger feet than I.

I'm not sure what "game" is going on here...