I can’t believe it’s Thursday! What happened to the other days? I’ve only been in my car twice this week so I’ve been here keeping an eye on the calendar and STILL Monday-Wednesday somehow disappeared. I don’t know where to report this. The folks at 911 might think me daft for reporting the theft of time. If you have other ideas, let me know. Meanwhile, I’m going to keep a closer eye on the rest of this week.
Do you have fireflies yet where you live? Ours are entertaining us now, taking me back to times when we put them in jars and smeared a few on our ring fingers. Now I just sit and enjoy. They are one of nature’s gifts on slow, late spring evenings. Old people have it made. We know when we have to exert ourselves, and when it’s better to pour something soothing and love being entertained ringside.
Yesterday’s feeling that something good was coming turned out to be true. I started making plans for the NYC trip in the fall by making contact with some editors I’d love to see if they are available, and some keys ones will be. In the process I made a great new publishing contact. Now all I have to do is learn what he likes, write it the way he likes it, and get it to him at a time when he needs it. Piece of cake!
Early in the day I uncovered an old passion lingering unrequited in my files. I started it six years ago, wrote four poems, sent the idea to three editors, none of whom liked the subject, and then forgot about it. I hadn’t even bothered to write a proper proposal. I have no idea what I was expecting.
I spent the day happily engaged in revising three of the poems, discarding the fourth, and drafting a decent proposal to attach them to. I hope to finish it today.
So yes, Tuesday came through. The pressure is on you, Wednesday.
One down, four to go in this work week, and so far so good. Yesterday I finished a poem I started last week and unearthed an old proposal that had never been sent out. It was a pleasant, slow-paced day. I hope for more of the same today.
Do you ever get up with a feeling that something new is about to happen? This morning I keep thinking that any time something interesting is going to come my way. I’ll let you know if my tuition pans out.
That swan was flying low and fast. Nearly missed it.
A new week and new challenges. I have three choices for how to spend the days. I can get back to a middle grade novel I started months ago and set aside because of a schedule conflict, pull an old chestnut from the files and attempt to resuscitate it, or return to a new idea I’ve been pecking at off and on lately. It feels like a good week and I wish the same for you.