Fiddlehead Ferns, Glove Abstinence & Wing Roar
WHAT I'M READING
I reread THE SKY IS EVERYWHERE this week. That was a brilliantly idiotic plan. Don't get me wrong it's a heartbreakingly beautiful book, but I really didn't need any more raw nerve endings. (stooopid dendrites) My next read is going to be Fluffy to the Extreme. Pure escapism. Open to recommendations. Otherwise I'll probably reread the Brothers Karamazov again and we can't have that.
WHAT I'M WRITING
Working a little bit more on my pseudo-Nano book LOVE AND OTHER CURIOSITIES. I even got up the guts to post my first ever excerpt of a Work in Progress for the YA Buccaneers Walk the Plank Challenge. If you're so inclined, you can read it Here. However, keep in mind that I haven't revised or edited it yet. Or even given my awesome CP's a crack at it yet. So far I've discovered that it isn't clear the MC is a guy. Which would make it a very, very different kind of book. *grin*
WHAT ELSE I'VE BEEN UP TO
- Making vintage-inspired gloves. I have a weakness for vintage stuff. (They will probably have to be gifts for my sisters and/or listed in my Etsy shop though, because it will never get cold enough here to wear them) *sigh*
- Writing new songs. I actually finished a couple of them. (I'm as surprised as you are)
- Making ridiculous amounts of tasty food. ('Tis the season)
- Falling in love with my yard. It's a perpetual condition. But I have fiddleheads unfurling, acacia making the whole place heady with perfume and hummingbirds on my coral honeysuckle. I love this place. (Glove abstinence notwithstanding) And I learned a new term that describes the noise a hummingbird makes with its wings: "Wing Roar". I love it. I might have to name an album that.
WHAT INSPIRES ME RIGHT NOW
Music. Oh such lovely music exists in this world.
Friends. I'm so lucky to have them.
Green things. I used to pine for green things this time of year. Now the green is eating my house.
A big, blank canvas on my porch. I'm going to turn it into something.
Baby rabbits. If ever you needed a symbol of new life, a pile of baby rabbits cuddled in the hollow of a pine tree in the back yard will do the trick.