And really, that’s not a bad thing, watching February come to a close. One month closer to the end of winter and the beginning of spring. We’ve enjoyed an exceptionally mild winter. Lovely really. But what happened to all the winter projects I had planned? For the most part they are waiting. My own book is waiting, simmering so to speak, never completely out of my thoughts, it vacillates between a full boil and a stew. So why isn’t it ready to serve up on a bed of white paper?
Because I find myself…
Reading, not writing. Working at church, not writing. Babysitting and visiting grandkids, not writing. House cleaning, cooking, entertaining, rearranging furniture, shopping for new furniture, visiting with friends, talking on the phone, browsing the internet (no end to interesting stuff to read out there!), goofing off on facebook, relearning to crochet again (yes I’m aware of the redundancy), figuring out life and relationships, spending time with my husband, taking walks…not writing.
Those are my excuses and I’m sticking to them.
|One of my precious charges.
The two of ’em.
The Beaver Dam, frozen over, but too snow-covered to skate on.