March has not been fun, though it has been notable in ways we can all do without. More days spent with doctors and hospitals than anyone should see in a year. Then four deaths in a matter of six days.
So Goodbye March and good riddance.
Spring is here and there are things needing done outside and I’d rather be writing, and my tractor provided my excuse. Both hydraulic cylinders that roll the frontend loader are leaking and the oil used also runs the transmission. So I have the rest of this week to write before it is repaired.
I’d rather be writing. I like the sound of that. With March being the bitch it has been, writing has been hard at best, my mind has not been focused. I sit before my computer and my mind goes blank. I wake up in the middle of the night with nothing to put on the screen. My mind would not focus on the task. But over the past far too few days my mind is starting to create again.
It took almost eight months, but a discussion while on a backpacking trip has triggered a story idea. I have much to do with the stories I am working on now, but when I wake up in the middle of the night my mind chews on the idea and how it can create tension and drama. The details of the technology will take time along with figuring out ways for groups of characters to object to the technology and the solutions presented. I need to crawl into the opposition’s mind, find his passion, and make it compelling from his point of view. Something I am still learning to do. I have been told I am opinionated and stubborn. Well they are right. One of my favorite quotes is from John Adams, “I give thanks to God from making me stubborn, especially when I am right.”
I think I broke my pinky finger on my left hand. So April is not starting out well either. Oh well I am after all, the guy who steps on Rattle Snakes.