What's Going On

I live. And write. That's pretty much it.

'Course, I'm also eating, sleeping, and doing all the other stuff that makes writing possible. Once in a while, I do get out for some fun, too. This afternoon, my partner and I rolled down our sea kayaks and spent some time on the water, first time this year. It was a sunny day, lots of birds, not many people out. Got to see a golden eagle for the first time. He/she was being chased by two angry balds. Nice. (Nice for us, I mean. He kree-shreed about it a lot, whatever that means.)

But I spent the first half of today writing, and it turned out to be one of my best days in a week, that after having written fifteen straight manuscript pages over three days last weekend.

So, yeah, it's going alright. Maybe at this rate, I'll have a novel in draft by summer. It'll be my second, but this one's going to be way better than the first.

It's Saturday. It's Snowing. Bliss.

I'm in heaven. It's Saturday. It's snowing like crazy. I just finished eating a stack of one of my specialty breakfasts, home-made chocolate-chunk waffles, and sipping down a delicious latte while my partner and I talked about our happy lives. Now I'm sitting at my desk with a window to a white forest while I flush out a fun, new novel. Bliss.