Spring! …Spring?

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SPRING IS COMING.

Or at least, it was. Today’s ongoing, albeit light, snowfall kind of ruined the point of this post, but whatever. 😉

The last few weeks have been delightfully spring-ish — the melting snow, the scent of last year’s grass, the muddy mess that destroys any shoes that aren’t rubber boots.

It’s made me very anxious.

This time last year I was in the midst of a writing frenzy, attempting to finish a novel by the beginning of May and that I had started in February(ish). I was writing all the time, everywhere. In the woods, in my room, in the car, before breakfast, during supper, until the wee hours of the morning. This time last year I was writing between 3000 and 6000 words a day, seven days a week. I ate, drank, thought, slept, breathed writing.

And, as you all pretty well know by now, I haven’t really done a whole lot since then. I told myself I deserved a break, but I’ve come to the conclusion I exhausted all my drive to write. Aside from a few brainstorms, a dozen or so poems, and the odd essay or two, I haven’t committed myself to any heavy writing in almost a year.

However, these last weeks, with their wet-ground scent and snow-melt dripping sounds, something has been triggered. Muscle memory? My brain and fingers remember these sounds and tastes and smells…and something is stirring. My body has come to associate the mucky month of March with insane amounts of heavy writing. I went for a walk the other day and realized after about ten minutes that I was thinking of my fantasy novel.

What does this mean?

Nothing, at the moment, other than the fact that I’m distracted, especially when I’m outside.

There’s just too much going on right now, unfortunately, for me to act upon this bizarre reaction my body is having to the weather. Hopefully I can bottle it up and save it for later. Does it work that way? Well, no, but if I tried to simulate spring by splattering mud all over my shoes and melting ice cubes above my head when June arrives…

Silly, Libby.

I will try to blog more often, though! I’ve missed you all!

Aaand, here a few blogs I think ya’ll should check out if you haven’t already:

The Storm Project

Janice In Nunavut

I hear you.

I hear you.

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The Weather Outside is Frightful

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Holy headsman! The weather outside is frightful…Terrifying, actually. The first full day of spring isn’t even over yet and I possibly have a sunburn. The thermometer hit and passed 20 degrees Celsius! Mosquitos poured from our wood pile, and I had to cower to the house as the sun set.

All this lovely weather is filling up the pages of my notebook, as I’m taking the incentive to write outside rather than on my computer. While writing long hand takes longer, I also get the first edit as I transcribe it into the computer later… 

The next scary thing is that we’re expecting snow next week. Maybe the mosquitos will freeze!

I’m getting weather-whiplash.

It’s also maple syrup season — yummy, yummy! It’s amazing how much better homemade tastes versus bought.

And, on this day in history Thomas Cranmer, Archbishop of Canterbury, was executed in Oxford. He famously put his right in the flames first. You can read about this reformer’s execution on the Anne Boleyn Files. Thomas unfortunately lost to Lady Jane Grey during the Tudor Tournament hosted by Semper Eadem/Creation of Anne Boleyn. Stay updated on whose winning each battle round and vote for your favourites!