Spring is Lots of Work

Came home and had to replace the suet, the thistle seed, the hummingbird food, pinch off the dead blossoms, empty standing water so the mosquitoes don't breed. They've bred already. I have a matched pair of bites on each ankle. So spring is, like, work. And we have to finish buying the plants. This weekend. Maybe Friday.

I queried two agents today via email, and one missive came back as undeliverable. Had a feeling. Need to send a LOT of queries out. World of Mirrors and Promiscuous Mode. I'm whipping through the rewrite of Festival Madness, and pretty soon I will have three bloody books to sell. Arrrgh! FM is actually pretty clean, much cleaner than any of the other books which required endless rewriting. If I didn't know better, I might think I was getting the hang of it.

Beginning the California book is daunting. Don't know why. Just start writing. It can be awful. It can be fixed. I think the historical thing has me frozen. But onward. Simple declarative sentences. In New York at the photography museum, I discovered that Amelia Earhart made her first Atlantic crossing during the time of the new book. Interesting little details. She appeared in cigarette ads although she wasn't a smoker. It was great to see the Stephen Shore photos again, and the man himself was leading a gallery tour just as we were leaving.

http://www.icp.org/site/c.dnJGKJNsFqG/b.2106467/k.454D/Biographical_Landscape.htm

Onward,

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