Since my last story, I seem to have hit a wall.
I have tried to rewrite my last story; not that it is anything special. I tried to make a poem out of the one main sex scene. It is many, many pages long. I was going to take the story in a complete different direction, but that hasn't happened.
I have bondoed, fiber-glassed, primed and urethane painted a number of motorcycle tanks. I am trying to learn to paint "realistic flames" on them.
The surprise lilies are coming up. I have hauled off many trash cans of sticks blown from the trees during the winter. I have been raking up the remaining leaves; tried to organize my garage and add more shelving. I have assembled a new leaf bagger on the riding mower.
The rewriting of the story is taking a back seat to the beginning of spring. I have some ice sculptures to get ready to make.
The craziness of March Madness is here. Go Iowa State and Fred Hoiberg!
Somehow, trying to rhyme 20 pages of erotic poetry, all the ionic pentameter and creating word pictures is not getting done.