In Like A Lion

Hunker down in front of the fire and mix up a big pot of soup weather. March in the northeast is always a chancey month. So far it's been cold as a well digger's ass.

News on the writing front: the agent I sent Promiscuous Mode to, liked it a lot, but he said he wasn't the agent for the book, but he thought someone else in the agency was just the agent, and now she is reading it. So I stay on pins and needles.

The other literary endeavor I've spent a huge amount of time on is the umteenth rewrite of World of Mirrors. I finally finished. Cut 8,000 words out, and have a few more to go. Changed the ending. It's still kind of dark, but since this is a caper book (the last cold war caper), the mission was successful. It has been like major work to whip the manuscript into shape (yet again), and I made some good changes, I think. Created a couple more bad guys. I notice whenever a "bad" character appears in my stories, the whole scene perks up a lot. Why are bad guys such fun?

The other reasons the blog has been quiet is that I've been cooking up a storm, and the corollary, working out a lot. Otherwise there is the problem of weight gain. The holiday pounds are off, at least. I am beginning to think losing weight is harder than quitting smoking and that says an awful lot. We've had some good vegetarian food (dynamite Indian food) and a fanastic Asian fish concoction.

When there is no snow on the ground, I see the tips of all the bulbs planted last fall peeking out of the ground. The cows come running when I climb out of my car and wave the plastic bags of fruit and vegetable scraps. The young bull has been seen rubbing noses with last year's baby. Old Mama didn't poke him with her horns and let him eat side by side. Looks like he is going to be Big Man On Campus in the pasture this spring or whenever. I just love his sweet face. He doesn't look at all like a bully.

Aloha,

Grapeshot