Where has the month gone?
It's been lived in front of my computer, that's for sure! I am now working on draft 3 of my new novel. I am sure I need at least three more drafts until it is worth sending to my agent for feedback.
I am reminded again and again that writing is hard work. Maybe not for Stephen King, but for the rest of us mortals - yes!
No complaints here, but it is nice to share one's challenges!
We are currently experiencing our second blizzard of the week.
Even Mr. Squirrel has been forced to make a tunnel from his home-under-the-deck, which heretofore shall be renamed Squirrel Manor, since everyone deserves to have a nice name for their house and Toad Hall was taken...
|Here he is waiting for the goldfinches and redpolls to return and rain sunflower chips down|
at his little head. Sort of like I always imagined would happen at Willie Wonka's...
|Is this his front or back door? Only the Jolly Postman knows for certain!|
The snow is getting quite bothersome, so Barry is off to snowblow one last time (for today!)
In the dead of winter, we all benefit from colour. I am not shopping at all these days, out of post-Christmas fatigue and realizing that what I really need is a new dress, but since I don't have a place to wear said new dress right now, it can wait.
Instead of buying things I don't need, I am buying only useful things.
Pink Tulips fit into this category as they fall within the Health category of the family budget and are a well spent $7 at the grocery store:
The Darkest Part of the Forest by Holly Black.
I am writing a Young Adult Fantasy. At various times of every single day I have questioned my common sense in doing so, since it involves world building of a higher order than a contemporary book. But then I read Holly Black's new book and I was reminded that when done well, they can be amazing!
Last night we watched the small indie movie In a World, written and directed by Lake Bell.
I laughed out loud so many times during this movie. Take a look at the trailer:
Oh and I finally read Cheryl Strayed's Wild this month.
Sure it was inspirational, but frankly for someone like myself who suffers from bad feet, it was a cautionary tale of why one needs to vacation in places with cafes and public transportation. I expect Jody to slap me upside the head for that one!
Tonight we are off to a good friend's 60th birthday party. I am all for birthday parties. And turning 60. And 70. And 80. And so on and so on. The older I get the more I realize I have about three lifetimes worth of stuff to get done. This may be a Capricorn fault, I am not sure.
So tomorrow we go into the love month, which, when it ends, finds me in New York City. Yee haw!