Done with Quartet–Now what?

It’s March. It came a day later because of leap year, the intricacies of which I will never understand, but the second of March came, and by all measures of time in our culture I turned eighty years old. Big, huh? What does that feel like, you ask. Just like seventy-nine? I don’t know. I’d been saying, “I’m almost eighty,” for so long, actually being eighty was anti-climatic. I’ve got some fun things planned for this year to celebrate the number, and I have some friends also reaching this milestone, so I’m not alone up here, just early. I had two really good friends who would have been celebrating with me, one a week before me and one two weeks after. Both of them are gone, and it only emphasizes for me that each day is to be appreciated.

I created an avatar just because I wanted to. There aren’t many choices for aging an avatar or I would have put more lines on her face, and I don’t think my jaw looks at all like that, but for a first effort, not terrible. She’s supposed to be pondering. I’m not sure what to do now, hence the pondering.

I’d love to tell you I’m writing up a storm, but I’m mostly cleaning up what I’ve already done–Quartet and my first self-published novel, Carved In Stone, which I thought had promise as a story. The plot was compelling enough to hold people’s interest, but just not well enough written. So, I’m re-writing.

I have a sheet with 25 ideas for blog posts and have looked them over. Number 1 is share ten weird facts about yourself. I don’t think I have ten weird facts. Hmmm. I sleep with three pillows? If you know me well enough to know things about me that are weird, feel free to add a few. I have phone phobia and procrastinate making calls, even to people I love. That’s weird, right? Sorry, I’m at a loss for weirdness. Help me out.

I’m going to need a new photo at the top of the page now, since the beach scene will no longer work. Any suggestions? Maybe I’ll try some essays. I’m occasionally flying into a rage over the current political climate and writing down my thoughts on same. Maybe one of them is good enough. Or maybe not.

Mostly, I didn’t want you to think I’d disappeared, if anyone is actually reading this. I never did find out if anyone was, but the story is still there should anyone stumble upon it.

I hope you’re enjoying your day, whatever you’re doing. Remember to breathe.

PJ