Monday, April 2, 2018
I've got a lot of weeding to do
March went by with nary a post save the one I did for the Insecure Writer's Support Group. It was supposed to be a fresh start. A new beginning. Some other catchy, "ooh-ah" phrase to put me on the fast track to writing regularly.
Then, gosh darn if you'll believe it, life happened. March is supposed to come in like a lion and out like a lamb but ours seemed to hang on to that lion personification a bit longer than necessary.
New responsibilities at work found me staring at a computer for far more hours than I'd care to and by the time I got home, I didn't want to look at a screen. That - fingers crossed - should be tamed by now. I've got a better handle on what's needed, what's expected, and the when it all needs to be ready to go.
I'll post more about that on Wednesday.
Right now, I'm sitting in my courtyard, listening to the birds sing, and letting the sun peep in and out and paint patterns on my arms. For as long as I can remember I've not liked Spring. All the pollen and pastels just ain't my thing. This year, Winter lasted a bit too long. This year, I found the cold creeping deep into my bones. This year I lost the warmth of someone who was supposed to "always" be here. Spring means more to me now. I've already re-potted three plants and my green thumb's itching to put more herbaceous babies into the rich earth.
Writing has come to look like a garden these days and I've got a lot of weeding to do. That, however, is my favorite part of the writing process, so no protests here. Well, except for the fact my printer won't talk to my computer anymore so I'm slowly printing out my novel at work, trying to use as little paper and ink as I can. I've vowed that should this novel get published, I'll buy a new toner cartridge and a ream of paper and gift it to the office with an autographed copy of the novel they helped bring to life!
That's all for now, folks. I've got some planning to do, some weeding, some leveling, some re-potting and planting. I got words raring to get sown and new plots waiting to be stitched together. Wherever you are, raise a glass with me of whatever you're drinking and let's toast to a bright, happy April.
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