We have had a long, long winter in Michigan. Perhaps not this kind of long…
…but long enough for one Oregon girl’s first Midwestern winter. A few days ago the sun came out, the temperatures rose to the mid-60s, and everyone’s spirits soared.
Now that my novel-writing class has finished, I’ve been catching up around the house: cleaning, organizing the office, organizing files, and updating my website. Do you like the (copyright free) Victorian woodcuts? I think they’re fun.
Yet the novel is not far from my mind. This morning I woke up in the land of the Brodnici, half-dreaming and planning a new scene, while the sun streamed via a cloud cover into my bedroom window. I’m rested and I’m ready to begin the next draft of Mila Simonova (working title).
(Heh. Rested and ready to begin. Love the Avett Brothers.)
(Awkward segue back to topic at hand…)
November 1st. That is my new deadline for Mila. Why the next Feast of All Saints? you might ask. Because…
…someone is on his or her way. Nothing quite like a built-in deadline!
I’m feeling pretty good, overall, though I’ve had some unexpected difficulties. My last pregnancy was much, much easier than this one. Baby #2 is turning out to be something of a Drama Queen or King – I’ve had some unexpected tests, ultrasounds, and even a trip to the ER, and we’re not even out of the first trimester yet. Everything’s okay; all issues so far have had a discernible cause not related to the baby’s well-being.
But, let-me-tell-you, passing out in the middle of Mass like some 18th century heroine and going for ambulance ride is mortifyingly embarrassing. So embarrassing that I turned “mortifying” into an adverb.
Did I mention the Drama Queen/King bit? No?
But, like I said, discernible cause, everything is okay, so no worrying (Mom).
(Another awkward segue to close blog post…)
Look! Cute kid on tricycle!
And that’s all for now.