I’ve been feeling a bit out of sorts for the last few days. Partly, it’s the post-MARTHA let-down. I’d been running on adrenalin, and you know that can’t last. Partly, I’m betwixt and between writing projects. My agent is shopping a few books around. Hopefully, one or more will be bought, and with the input of an editor I can get back to work on them. I’ve had a picture book rejected for “having too many words” so I need to get back to that and cut, cut, cut. Another book proposal needs rewriting and a sample chapter finished before my agent can show it to an editor. Basically, I’m in the middle of a lot of projects. I’m not at the beginning stages with the “aha” thrilling moments of invention, and I’m not at the nuts and bolts of the final edits. I’m at the hard work stage.
But, I’m not writing. Instead, I cleaned out my file cabinets. Now there is a clear place for each project (there are nine files – I’ve had a lot of “aha” moments.) I’ve cleared off my desk. I’ve moved compost. I’ve bathed the dogs. I’ve been reading many, many wonderful emails from readers of this blog. (Thank you! I’ve been enjoying every note!) I planted lettuce.
I was about to sit down at my computer and finally get to writing work. Really and truly. But the mailman drove up with a package for me! From my friend, in England, Celia Hart. It was an out-of-the blue, unexpected Easter gift. Here is what she sent.
Now, I am ready to get to work. After I hang the ornaments in my office window.