Dear Reader,
An unintended consequence of poetry month? Word Raccoon has been sitting with me today while I worked on…gasp…my novel!
It’s been a minute.
I gave a character a book to read and wow, what a difference that made. She went from scary distant to relatable. That’s a thing brought up once in a writing workshop I was in: give a character a gift. It helped.
Part of me wants to print this hot mess draft and see where we’re at. (Too far from shore, that I know.) Part of me says I should give it a bit more connective tissue before killing half a tree by printing. It was a nice change, working on it.
I finished reading The Thursday Murder Club. (Nope, didn’t guess the multiple murders! That thing had more twists than a Twizzler. And now WR wants Twizzlers.)
This afternoon, after doing all the things I began reading North Woods by Daniel Mason, one that is popping up everywhere. Not fair to him, but I found myself napping. The book is not one to read with one eye open, and I was sleepy. I look forward to peeling it apart. Not unlike an aforementioned candy.
Someone picked up the chairs we sat out for Spring Cleanup. Then our neighbor put out two Windsor dining chairs and somehow they ended up…in our house. I am a sucker for chairs! And our kitchen chairs have seen better days. Honestly, the neighbor’s chairs are an upgrade.
There are more things to be set out, but WR says absolutely not, not by myself. Hey, I could use the beach wagon to cart them, I say. She is frowning and still looking for candy. Silly raccoon. I guess we will just wait until the weekend.
I submitted poetry to four places today. It’s cool to touch my poetry that I haven’t read for a while. Makes me want to write more, especially now that the porch lanterns have turned themselves on for that brief interval before the larger lights come on. (I have replacement bulbs for the ones that need replacing, but WR says I know I am not up to that and she will step in if need be.)
A writer friend sent me a message today with something he thought I’d enjoy attached. He was right. He was on his way to receive a well-deserved award. Writers doing things.
Maybe I can replace just two or three bulbs right now. It’s no award, but it will make things brighter.
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