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Month: April 2019

Spring and a rewrite

Dogwood tree in bloom with other trees behind it

Outdoors, it’s celebrating spring. The dogwood is in bloom, and I’m editing book two to my publisher’s comments.

It’s a bit odd that it’s so springy out, when one timeline in the book is set in autumn. Another is set in spring, but spring in England. That timeline shares the bluebells and the blue skies but not the dogwood.

The end of all that

Altar with patterned resin skull and red and black candles

It had been over for a while, the relationship, really.

Toward the turn of the year, I started feeling bored. We’d been fighting a lot, but I kept hanging in there. And then part of me said, I’m done.

It’s rarely me who ends a relationship, although we all know that the first one out wins. Perhaps there’s a small thrill of victory.

I’m sad, though.

Venus transits

Daffodils

I’m waiting for my publisher to get comments back to me, from her initial structural-edit pass on book two. (Next pass is line-editing.) She does a great job, and I look forward … oh, who am I kidding? I look forward to her finding no problems whatsoever. But I hardly expect that.

In the meantime, I’m living life, and ignoring an essay I’m supposed to write. I had to go look at my astrology for the past couple of days, though, because what I’ve done is this: