Spring

Five days--three seasons. Up here in the Northwest, Spring opted to roar into our area with a vengeance.

The first day of 'official' Spring we woke to two inches of snow at my house. While it continued to fall all day not much stuck on the ground. The second day of Spring, I woke to four inches of snow on top of my car. That's when things went wonky. The following day the temperature rose to melt all the snow and, by the weekend, people were in shorts and tank tops because of the sun and warmth.

In the same vein as the weather, I've recently woken up from a very long dry spell from writing and finally found my imagination under the covers of winter. Maybe it was the cold and gray; maybe my stories hit a snag I couldn't overcome. Whatever the reason all things seem to have blossomed, and I'm moving forward again.

The addition of a new laptop from an Angel of a best friend means I have NO EXCUSES as to why I can't complete my stories. So--I'm learning to take my laptop with me wherever I go, and when I have ten minutes to spare will be allowing my muse to flow free. Maybe I can get all two dozen books written before I turn eighty.

Sable Angel