Tuesday, March 25
This has been the longest winter on record across most of the country. It hasn’t been horrible here in Western Colorado, but I still have a terrible case of cabin fever. I love to flower garden. It’s one of my main passions. The ground is still half frozen and I haven’t had a single tulip bloom yet. We lease our acreage to farmers who grow corn. They’ve begun plowing, the scent of fresh turned earth fills the air. The horses are shedding their winter coats and are in that funny molting stage where they look like ragamuffins. I’m dying to get my hubs to throw some shoes on the horses so my daughter and I can ride. I write fairly quickly. Usually. You’d think this past endless winter would have been prime time for writing my latest book. But it seemed to go on like the winter—forever. It dragged and dragged. But I finally did finish the first draft about three days ago. Now, I beging rewriting. I’m anxious to start two new projects calling my name. Like the flowers and the horses, I’m dying to get to them. We here at Wordwranglers, decided to take a little break through April. We’re going to plant flowers, grow corn, ride horses, maybe start a new manuscript or two! At least I am! We’ll see you back in May!