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May is Complicated with Progress

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Here, spring is transitioning from bleak limbs to an ongoing explosion of colors. Driving to town reveals a profusion of yellow from shrubs and daffodils, then white petals another day, purples a few days after that.

The future green leaves begin in different shades that alter as they grow. Even the hawthorns look lovely.

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I love this time of year for its nuance of hues, just not the associated pollen.

It’s been wetter than hell so the lawn has grown taller than it should be, but there’s no sense mowing when pushing the mower into mud sinks the tires and the blade will not spin. This year, the living room/dining room/ kitchen area underwent an extensive spring-cleaning. I had told Husband I didn’t want to clean and move the furniture around until he cleaned the chimney and stovepipe. Once he did that, boom, I was off on a mission. In the process, somethings were purged,  shelves in the corner were put in, and the big pullout door was installed. Even without the doors, I love the improvements to the kitchen. And yes, there is a light in the cabinet!

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The fabulous Ellen Meister opened a new page for writing prompts on Facebook. Check out Sparks! So far, it’s fabulous and I’ve gotten two new stories written!

Since last I posted, we attended the West Falls – Colden Library Volunteer appreciation dinner and acquired a new-to-us truck. Life changes quickly sometimes, too slow at others. Ah well, at least it’s interesting. So thank you for being interested enough to stop by a read my allergy pill induced post! I do appreciate it very much.

Being a writer is full of surprises.

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There has been a barrage of information about the weather. That’s all I’ve seen or heard about lately. The newspaper hasn’t arrived in days. When I’ve gone to watch a show or listen to a radio program, I hear about travel bans and record breaking snowfall totals. I’m a bit surprised since I’m from the area and my motto is “It’s Buffalo. It snows. Get over it,” and let’s face it, when my area gets hit, no one cuts me slack since I’m in “ski country,” and apparently that means I must like the snow, which I do, but that is beside the point. There is more to my world than the weather. What happened with the XL Pipeline? Are the Kardashians still exposing themselves inappropriately? Has ISIS taken over the world? I’m asking because I don’t know. I only know about the snow. There’s been no mail either.

I’m in a funky weird state after learning (via email) great news about one story I wrote only to have that information followed by a heart breaking email about a completely different aspect of my so-called writing career.

Are you ready?

My short story,”Between a Vacuum and Empty Space,” was not only selected for inclusion in a Sci-Fi anthology by Divertir Publishing, but it is going to be the first story and serve as the TITLE for the collection!

How does that happen? I don’t know, but it did. I sent a note to Jim Tuttle (Half of JT and the Law–go follow them) to let him know first because he helped me with the details–I am so grateful to him! His response made me smile. After that, I told Husband, members of Write To Be, and then Chyo. So weird and flattering. I still have a happy about it.

Then, of course, there was the ego-deflating bit. An agent who had requested the first 30 pages of L&C decided she didn’t want to see anymore. Eh. What are you going to do?

These new sagas are a nice breather from the truck needing repairs and the “Help! I don’t know what I’m doing in my NaNo story” angst. It’s fine. It’s life. It’s not French wine, but I could hum a few bars.

And that’s another thing! On the journey to Indiana, we bought wine to take as gifts. One being a strawberry wine from a local vineyard, which Susie got. She opened it and shared a glass with me. It was delightful. I mention this because we hit the liquor store before the storm and we bought another bottle, which happened to be on sale, and there is the odd chance it will be around for the upcoming Christmas Relative Party Shuffle.

Anyway, the excursion netted a bunch of canning jars. I was told of this in advance and thought “a few boxes” meant 20 jars–30 max. Yeah, I haven’t been able to fathom the idea of counting individual jars, but they take up four and a quarter shelves in the basement. Ah, but back to the wine aspect. In clearing the shelves, Husband brought up a black bottle with cobwebs all over it. I was talking to Chyo at the time, described the bottle and the label. Turns out, it is her favorite sparkling wine, Freixenet, from Spain. Neither of us can remember if it was a gift from her to me or a gift I bought to give to her and it was just forgotten. Regardless, it was on its side for years so the cork is probably still good and if you want to know, I had taken it as a sign that the agent I’d sent pages to was going to ask for more, but that didn’t happen. C’est la vie.

Back on the shelf it goes. Maybe tomorrow I’ll hear from “the” agent for me. Until then, I’ll be inside, staying warm because snow is best enjoyed inside a house with wood heat.

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(*These are my creekside reflections. Your experiences may vary.)