My 'energy of renewal' felt vibrant at the beginning of January, the seeds of a large garden of writing loomed on my horizon. The seeds have not fallen on fallow soil, though the work has been difficult. The ground remains in need of nutrients, and I've been diligently pursuing the acquisition of a steady supply to bring the ideas in my mind to fruition. Writing courses wove through the opening months of this year, each helping me sharpen the tools I use in my writing endeavors. I also completed, through much painstaking effort and with the help of a fabulous editor, a nearly ten thousand word short story, soon to be published in an anthology of short stories (stay tuned). Poetry continues to be a daily outlet for thoughts and games and some serious composing as well. Flash fiction rounds out my writing hours, a version of fiction I find both extremely challenging and immensely fulfilling.
A major portion of my home (kitchen, family room and various other small areas) was plunged into renovation last Thanksgiving week and finally resolved into a beautiful, functional and welcome respite place around the middle of March. Yes, that was a long journey, but with a worthy destination. The effect on my writing was both positive and negative. My music suffered, however, and I'm just now getting back into the swing of playing my saxophone on a regular basis.
All arriving just in time for the bounty of spring flourishing around me, a season that annually encourages my body, mind and soul to embrace life.