I'm going to whine a little tonight. Spring is coming way too quickly. I hate Spring. Living on a farm, all Spring means is lots and lots of work. I would rather write during the day watching flakes swirl to the ground past my window. I love Winter with its gentle embrace and coziness. I can't write during daylight during Spring, Summer, and Fall because there's too much work to do. I note the passing of Winter with sorrow.
The good news is that I have Book Two of the Timmy saga about one third written, and I'm on a roll. That means I know what I am going to write next, and can jump right in whenever I get a free moment. I've been averaging 2 to 3 pages a day, which is a phenomenal rate for me, I usually only complete that many paragraphs. Output will slow as my work life gets more demanding, and that's beginning to happen.
Despite my whining, I love being a farmer/artist/graphic designer/writer. Somehow, these things are all parts of the same circle. I never dreamed I would end up here, happy, contented, and productive. And the good news? My tractor started today on the second try!!!!!!!!
Final word of the day: (say out loud): Whale Oil Beef Hooked