Spring! We've got May flowers in March, with 80 degrees one day and 55 the next. It's not every year the flowering quince is blooming under ceilings of redbuds, magnolias, and cherry blossoms. Weird, crazy weather inspires weird, crazy stories. No telling what the tiny two-page piece I'm working on at the moment will become. One thing is sure: it is definitely surreal. Meanwhile, Chloe is eating my tulips. Chloe is a tuxedo cat, and all tuxedo cats are insane. But still, I'm telling you, weird and crazy is the way the world turns this season. I'm just watching the earth tilt a little more on its axis, and trying to enjoy the ride.
- my daughter became a twenty-year-old
- the sun came out from a two-month bout of hide-and-seek
- two characters in my novel did uncharacteristic sorts of things, like forgive each other
- a drain pipe in the upstairs bath finally gave out, and the deluge came down, just above my study and my desk
- the mounds of snow began to disappear and the sad-looking lawn to reappear
- and for the first time ever, a story of mine was accepted for publication after being selected as a finalist in a literary review’s fiction contest! cake complete with icing!