Well, I had an idea for a post but it just flew out of my brain. I'm watching hip-hop videos, maybe that's why. 50cent ruined my blogging.
It's finally warm here. Everything's brilliantly green and gold the way it only is for a short time in spring--oh, wait, I remember what I was going to write about.
Since it's early in the year, as usual I can't seem to settle to a project. I'm flitting like a hummingbird from one project to another, writing a little bit here, a few pages there. That's fine--eventually one will hold my interest and I'll finish it over the summer--but it is a bit confusing to keep the details straight. Not the plot and character details, I don't mean: those are too important for me to forget, even during a writing hiatus. No, it's the season of the year that mixes me up. Little Sparrow and the swashbuckling fantasy (I'm going to have to name it; I'll start calling it Adventures in Zoology) both take place in early spring, but Stag in Ruin is set in mid-fall and the Bell-Men sequel (Bloodhound) is set in early winter.
So Monday I was writing about Kristof the weredeer running around in drifts of dead leaves in the Endric high mountains in Stag in Ruin; yesterday I wrote a little bit about Terry and Cledesculen escaping from bandits in a golden spring dawn in Adventures in Zoology; and today I spent my lunch break writing about Cam riding her unicorn through the snow in the bell-men's world. I have to look out the window to see what time of year I'm really in.