OLEIA, RIPE FOR ROMANCE

A quiet morning: I see the vine maples in their finest fall colors outside my window.  Inside, I’m working on MYTHS, Chapter 21—establishing a connection between Hippomenes and his relatives on Mount Helicon…which brings me to Oleia again—a lithe, lovely sixteen year-old, ripe for romance.  She’s excited because of a rumor that Hippomenes is riding his horse to her father's annual Olive Festival at Clear Blue Lake and there’s never been a horse on Poseidon’s mountain before, at least not in her lifetime.