Sooo...

I had a sneaky suspicion this would happen. 

I'd start a blog, post a bunch of silliness, maybe jabber on about what precious little I know about writing, and then run out of interesting things to say.

I blame the weather.  Dark and gloomy stuff, no sunshine for most of the last week.  All I've wanted to do is nap.  I think I might be solar powered.

In my writing world, things are moving, although a bit slower than I'd like.  Revisions are being made to my latest Annie short.  This piece had rampant telling bits and was told in past tense until the very, very last scene.  I've nixed most of the telling and as much of the backstory as I could.  The backstory at the beginning is too relevant to pitch altogether and since the story isn't a novel or even a novella - it'll be happy to be finished between 5 and 6K - the backstory stays. 

A poem that came out of nowhere a couple weeks ago has been through edits and edits and attempts to unrhyme it, but it's just not happening.  This weekend I hope to have a chance to work on it - look at it with fresh eyes and see what I can get it to do, whether it rhymes or not.  It's kind of like I've taken apart an alarm clock.  I'll get it back together, of that I have no doubt.  It just may not be an alarm clock by the time I'm through with it. : P

In the real world, spring is here.  The back half of the property is purple with henbit, dotted yellow with dandelions.   Something purplish-pinkish-reddish has bloomed in the woods, deep in the deadfall we were hoping to have cleaned up by now but haven't.  The crab apples have blossomed and the flower beds are green with bitty leaves of new growth - roses and lilies, forsythia and lilacs.  More than a dozen of my "wild" day lilies have escaped their bed and are fleeing into the grass - Sweetie and I have made plans to to expand the bed to give them more room.  And to keep them from getting run over with the lawn mower.  Kid activities have picked up - baseball and drama club have started, bicycles have been dusted off. 

Yay!  Spring is here!

And I've babbled my way through a writing progress report and given you a glimpse of spring in my corner.

Could have been worse.   I could have told you about the dream I had last night where the guinea pigs were as big as cats and kept getting on the kitchen counter...

: P