Wait, wasn’t it two weeks ago I was complaining about the snow? Yeah, it was either two weeks or four years ago. One of those.
I’m really feeling the pollen this year. I suspect it’s because I was sick about a month ago, and my lungs aren’t fully healed yet.
But the sun is shining! We’re building a little garden in the backyard. I turned in my article and started a story.
As weeks go, I’ll take it.
Now we have some sunshine. It’s lovely out there, a far cry from last weekend. And we still have chocolate eggs, so there’s that as well.
I’ve been pondering my 2020 story project. I had the notion for it back in November of 2019, and I was all:
Sure! Let’s do this!
After all, I have a back catalog of stories that aren’t doing anything, plus I figured I could fill in any gaps during the year. I scheduled several weeks in advance and all was good.
Then 2020 actually happened.
I have one story in the queue for next Friday. And that’s it.
Mind you, I still have stories I can post. Some are … weird. I’m not talking trunk stories. These have been published, but they’re still a little, shall we say, quirky. I’m thinking the theme for May should be oddities and ends and just call it done.
In other news, I’m nearly done with my article. I want to do a “listening proof” (text-to-speech) before I send it out. I highly recommend this as a way of proofing your own work.
We have some chocolate eggs here, and we have snow. This is a Minnesota thing.
It’s more surprising when it doesn’t snow on Easter.
I’m feeling better this week. I can string sentences together, and I think I’m mostly caught up at work.
I also did some writing!
About five years ago, back in early March*, I sent out a query for an article. I promptly forgot about it, got sick, and sometime in that foggy in between, got an acceptance.
They’d like the actual article, please.
I spent time this week drafting that. I’ll let it rest for the week, revise and edit next weekend, and then send it on its way.
On today’s agenda, after a little writing, I think I’ll consume some of those chocolate eggs and get in a couple hours of reading.
*It feels like five years ago, anyway.