One Life to Live

Certain sunrises stand out for their remarkable beauty, displaying a spectrum of colors against the morning sky, visible through the sparse trees where the few remaining leaves quiver in the breeze.
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Air quality has been challenging outdoors due to fires in New York City and New Jersey, which definitely affects my respiratory system. As a result, I cough a lot.

Writing seems to have taken on a whole new meaning. I find myself engrossed in the revised direction of "Painted People." A friend, probably not the dearest of friends, once mentioned that none of the characters were likable except for Tyrone Belin, whom I found unlikable and still do. He also had a fondness for Miss Etha Lee, Tyrone's mother, who embodied all that is good and is not a schemer like the others.  Therefore, I've been working on enhancing the portrayal of the main characters, although there isn't much change since they are as they are. I can guide them, but when writing, they seem to take on a life of their own.

I suppose that's fair enough.