Today I've been spending time watching the rain and listening to it rattling on the roof. For me, it's a way of wrapping my mind around what I'm to write for the day. I'm not shelving the "Shelf" story, far from it, but progress is slow. I'm still recuperating from my end-of-the-year bout of pneumonia (never had it before, and sure don't want it again!). As I keep on telling friends, I've recuperated ninety percent--the last ten percent is the hard part. The process cuts into my creativity; in the meantime, I've been reading and reading, and watching old movies and nature documentaries, as well as keeping up with what my writing group is up to while I'm away. Enough said. Brevity is undervalued.
Best to put most of my efforts into the current project (as well as healing); that is where I have things to say.
