April has lost its mind, but there’s nothing I can do about that.
While the meteorological mood swings continue, I write. Saturday night I woke with an urge to get back in bed with the laptop, and a few hours later I had a satisfying reboot for a story I’ve struggled over since 2010. The words kept rolling on Sunday. This makes me happy.
Meanwhile, I’m stacking up poetry first drafts to play with in May. It’s actually difficult to keep my hands off them right now, but I am resolute. No editing! Promise.