That’s a strange title, I know. Take it easy and write? Can’t be done. But now that all my spring cleaning is done I really need to focus on and finish this book proposal I’ve started. The first draft is complete. Next is the fun part, going back in and polishing it up into the glimmering but morbid jewel I expect it to be. This would be more fun if I was working on an actual book I had a contract for and not a proposal. When it’s a proposal there’s a lot of anxiety underneath, spoiling this fun part somewhat.
But I’m not going to think about. I’m following an enchantment I’ve had for a long time and experimenting with letting it be exactly what it is. We shall see if that draws anyone else in. It has to do with my lifelong romance with the forgotten.
The flowers I bought myself when I finished spring cleaning. Bleecker has been eating the leaves one by one. Bastard. Yeah, I’m talking about you, my little flower-wrecker.