The book is going well. Well as in, I haven't cursed, thrown anything, or flopped on the floor like an irritated salmon... in the past 24 hours. Just kidding. Truthfully, this nice weather couldn't have come at a better time. As much as I love my office, I find myself in serious need of fresh air and bird sounds.
So I'm living on my back patio, editing, soaking up the vitamin D as often as I can. See the end of my pen? As much as it looks like I'm mad and angry and gnawing on this poor plastic writing utensil like an angry billy goat, it's really a positive sign. That's how you can tell the RPM's in my brain are revved. An un-chewed pen is a sure sign I'm in the midst of a creative disaster.
Here it is. The reason I've slacked on emails and blogging and housekeeping in general. But late in the afternoon, when the sun shines on my face and Mabel sits on the patio with me, it's all worth it. Getting published someday is a dream come true for anyone who ever folded construction paper in half and 'made' their own books in the 2nd grade. I raise my hand as 'guilty' on that one. But that's not the only thing that drives me. It's this, the patio sessions of pen chewing, the birds chirping, the daydreaming, this is the happiness I treasure.