I mentioned last time I hoped to have happy publication news to share with you and I do! The fantastic Journal of Compressed Creative Arts accepted my piece “Ethan’s Machine” on Monday and earlier this month, my copies of the Smoldr Anthology arrived.
Husband has been home. A lot. My normal days now need to be altered and with that has come cleaning and organizing. My closet is sorted. My massive paper pile is filed. I’ve made a master list of all the short fiction I’ve written and it now is printed out and color coded for easy reference. My office has rarely looks this neat.
His “homeness” did accelerate the installation of the doors in front of the kitchen sink. Why yes, they are so shiny you can see the reflective of my pants in them.
He and I kicked around ideas to protect the “babies” from this terrorist:
And came up with this protection for the cucumbers and cantaloupe I started early.
See? They are right by her bed and still standing. 18 Mile Creek is visible through the window. More proof that we really do live “creekside.”
In the interim of spring I chose to have some cheap bouquets that made life a little better.
But now the snowdrops are out and daffodils will soon follow.
And we’ve been admiring the extended unfurling of the amaryllis.
So here it is, the end of the month, and I’m writing this post. I honestly do have intentions to compose them earlier, but this year, it’s only the threat of a deadline driving me to the keyboard. Speaking of deadlines, there are a few venues closing today. And then April, I will be off to a new world as I plod my way through the goal of writing a new novel during Camp NaNoWriMo. Wish me luck and know I love and miss most of you very much. I thank you all for reading and hope you’re able to stay healthy and strong.
Thanks for stopping by and for the read!
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