If you're brave enough to fly

I really want to get back into daily blogging.  It feels like I say that every once in a while, and then just end up leaving the blog silent for far too long.

Part of the reason is that, quite honestly, my life feels same old same old.  Many days are the same, and it feels redundant to be blogging the same thing over and over.

But you know what?  The days aren’t the same, not really.  And somewhere down the track, I’m going to be sorry that I didn’t blog more.  I suffer from a very bad long term memory, and so much of this will be lost if I don’t write it down.

Today, it feels like spring.  The sky is blue, and as I sit here typing, I can see scraps of gossamer clouds sliding across the blue.  It’s warm out, and I can hear birds outside.  The wheel of the year is turning, most definitely, for all that they’re predicting rain for the next few days.

No writing over the weekend.  Much percolating of the short story I’ve been banging my head against for the last too many few weeks.  I got some feedback from my awesome writer’s group on Friday, and am going to be spending this week shaping it into a new beast.  It’s difficult, because I have this whole world in my head, and am trying to just show a slice of it.  And trying to make that slice interesting.  I don’t think it’s any secret that I find short stories difficult, and that I envy people who write them well.  I was going to say effortlessly, but nothing is really effortless.

The kidlet is napping, and it’s time for me to turn away from the computer for a bit and take advantage of the quiet to get some reading done.  I’ve been knee deep in the Vorkosigan Saga for a while now, and am taking a break from it and reading The Dervish House finally.

Mirrored from Stephanie Gunn.