Thursday, April 1, 2010
A low grade fever?
I think I have a touch of spring fever. I know the dog does. He's out on the deck, watching squirrels flirt with each other in the trees in the backyard.
I have been kicking around a great idea for a blog post for about a week now. Have I written it? Nope. I'm in revision of a pretty intense section of my book. The next chapter is one of my favorites because of the frustrations of the MC. Am I working on that? Nope. I have a stack of books out from the library, many of which were written by the authors I saw at the Virginia Festival of the Book. They read excerpts, and I really do want to read more. Am I reading? Nope.
This morning, I am sitting here with all the windows open, listening to squirrels chattering and the occasional caw of a bluejay against the background noise of chirping songbirds. I'm a little chilly, but in that good springtime way that is not enough to make me want to put on a sweater. All I really want to do is tactile, sensory stuff. I want to knit and bake bread. So I'm giving myself permission to do that. The bread is rising on the counter. I started a small knitting project last night, which I plan to work on for a while before I go to the library today.
I guess I'm taking a kind of sick day. Spring fever counts, right?