I don't know what young men think of in spring; but, I think of brook trout now. A left, a fine litho.
It is spring here after 3" of snow on the 15th. I was lucky with three. The river valley held its warmth. Half-a-dozen miles south of me they had nearly five inches.
I'm grinding on an improved outline from a completed draft of the first section of the WIP. I feel good about that. I'll clean up some structural deficiencies, make some scene-by-scene notes to tighten some characterizations and solve a couple of inconsistencies, then draft a full prose first draft that I can use for limited re-writes and edits.
It's good to make progress in the spring. It feels right.
I hope your writing is going well. I hope Easter provided a decent nap sometime as well.
Off to dream of trout. Only fitting that murder writers sleep with fishes.
2 comments:
Jack, it sounds as if you're really making progress! Great news.
I'm almost scared to use the word "spring" here. It will be in the 70s today (our average high this time of year). But Saturday was miserably rainy with lows in the 50s! Hope spring is here to stay now. :)
I've been told to stop singing the "Spingtime for Hitler and Germany" ditty from _The Producers_ at home.
I'm a bigger fan of _Rhinoceros_ anyway. It too was in the "film of the absurd" scheme of the same time.
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