I saw my first crocuses in bloom yesterday, so spring has officially arrived in my part of Canada (not far from Toronto, Ontario) They were a deep purple (my favorite), and the sight of them really lifted my spirits.
I'm not a winter person...AT ALL. Winter tends to depress me. Due to some ongoing mobility issues, I tend to be housebound in winter, so by February, cabin fever is setting in. The days are so short, that exposure to any sunshine is limited. The frigid winter wind finds every crack and crevice, and the winds whip around my building like angry demons. The only consolation is the odd day of pristine beauty when it has snowed and the sun shines on the blanket of white making it glitter like so many diamonds.
So how nice it was yesterday to hop in the car, the sun beaming and filling the vehicle with heat. I was able to shrug off my jacket and actually feel the sun's touch on my skin. Heavenly. The spring breezes smell sweet. The tree on my patio (not sure what species...possibly Aspen?) is in bloom with delicate while flowers. There are buds on my lilac bushes, and my purple iris has bloomed. I feel somewhat renewed in energy and spirit. Now if I could just translate that to my writing.
I have so many writing projects planned for this year, and maybe that's the problem. I've spread myself too thin...have too many irons in the proverbial fire. I need focus, and a few good time management tips. Over the next couple of months I need to get writing three shorts fo my next Hottest Heat collection, finish a first draft of a novella for an anthology project I'm partly in charge of, get going on my next interracial novella, plus keep up with my busy 'for pay' editing jobs. Oh well, I guess it's better to be busy than bored.
Till next time,