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Spring Cleaning 2020
I’ve been cleaning up a bit this week but it’s Springtime so, fair enough.
Letting Go
I had some domains I’ve been sitting on for certain projects. I flushed them. Those projects are not going to proceed.
Spring Cleaning is more than just getting the musty, stale air out of the house with a fresh Spring breeze or dusting the cobwebs out of the corners you couldn’t get to while you were keeping toasty in front of the TV. Spring Cleaning is a chance to start over just like nature does each year.
The bare branches of Winter begin budding again and fresh green leaves spring seemingly from nowhere in fairly short order.
With any luck, this pandemic and the panic that seems to have accompanied it this time around (unlike the equally dangerous diseases that circulated during the previous Administration without social distancing or economic devastation) will soon give way to the fresh breezes of Springtime.
It would be nice to get back to something passing for normal again.
Weekend Chill
Weekend Jazz Music
Jazz Hiphop, Jazz ballad, – Smooth Jazz
Have a nice weekend
Because it’s not like we’ve got anything better to do, right?
Actually, I do but I can’t because things that ought to be a total gimme, things that usually drop like clockwork, have stopped working. That’s a problem and it’s going to get worse if people don’t stop causing problems for me.
For now, all I can do is write so that’s what I’m going to do.
Surprise!
Art must take reality by surprise. ~Francoise Sagan
My story doesn’t have any really big surprises to it. Nothing on the scale of the Red Wedding, to be sure. Of course, the Red Wedding was adequately foreshadowed so we knew something was going to happen but jeez!
I don’t have so much of a surprise as a mystery. Not a mystery in the Sherlock Holmes or Mrs. Fletcher vein of things. It’s a matter of a forgotten memory that’s pushing its way to the surface.
Meirhe’s arrival in our world is still unclear to her and her friends. One minute, she was at work on her homeworld. Suddenly, she found herself in a state of distress on the north bank of the Oosten River in a completely different universe. Somehow, she had been torn from another dimension and dropped unceremoniously in the weeds on a riverfront in The Broncks.
How did that happen? Well, it’s been fifteen years and nobody knows but the people who did it (and they’re not talking {yet}).
Will they figure it out? If so, what are they going to do about it? Well, there’s the surprise.
That’s the weekend in a nutshell. I hope you’re having a lovely weekend wherever you are.