Maybe one day I’ll turn it into something, but for now I’m far too attached to using notquitepetite.com, but still having a dot com of your name sounds like you know what you’re doing.
Leaving work tonight I saw the first flowers of the season. I didn’t take a picture because they were poking up from under a layer of dead grass and dirt.
As pretty as spring can become, early spring is in some ways a lot uglier than winter. Winter has snow to cover up the dirt every few days, but when it all starts melting, all that dirt is still there and suddenly the sides of the roads and yards look terrible.
There more sunshine, and the temperatures almost reach 50*F which makes me optimistic. I always start making grand plans in spring. I’m going to do so much.
I never actually do, I work the same in spring as I do in winter, so nothing really changes. If anything, I have less time because the nicer weather is so short lived, that we try to get outside to enjoy it as much as possible.
I use that as justification for leaving all except for the basic cleaning until the winter. Of course, in winter, I justify that it’s too cold and dark and dreary to do all but the basic of cleaning. So, really I only clean what I have to. I’ll make more of an effort if people are coming over, but who really cares if my towels are folded or just left in a basket until we use them? Besides, Hinata uses them to help jump up onto our unreasonably tall bed (I have to jump into my bed, too).
I have been writing though, a bit at a time, but I’m about halfway through chapter ten. I fixed a plot hole that I didn’t know was a plot hole, and I explained a magic related thing better than I’d had it figured out in my head. As a crazy guess, I think I’m about halfway done now.
I can’t wait until we can open up the windows and get some fresh air in the house.
In the blogs I follow, mood boards have been going around lately. Since I’m really stuck with writing the next chapter in The Traitor’s Heir, I’m ready to try something new to get something to come out of my pen.
I never realized how hard it would be. Where do you even start? I have a board on pinterest with images I pinned when I was just starting out writing this draft. It covers too much, a whole series, four books. When I start thinking big picture, that’s when things stall.
So, since I’m trying to get inspired for writing chapter ten, than that’s what this mood board is for.
I’m not really sure yet how helpful it is. I just can’t think at my desk lately. At least I’ll be able to describe some faces a little better. I just need to sit down away from a computer and force myself to work on it. I can’t write by typing, I need a pen and enough space to move my arms while I’m writing.