I decided to slim down my synopsis for A Rain of Angels for a particular agent I wanted to send it to—plus, a slimmer synopsis would be a good thing to have anyway. As I started in on it, though, I remembered that I'd never reread the section of the ms. that I rewrote earlier in the year. So I dutifully headed over there...and found that I'd never completed the rewrite! I can't believe I did that. So that's what I've been concentrating on this week. I've had an amazingly spacey few months, but this takes the cake, I think.
Venus in Transit is finally ready to be finished, but I told it it has to wait. And then there are those short stories kicked up by my reading of Women Who Run With the Wolves. That book made me understand, on a much deeper layer, a story I've been struggling with for a few years now. I finally know what it's about. Although I thought I knew that before, and one wonders (I) if I've fooled myself yet again...but I don't think so. This time the story has settled in my gut in a way it didn't before. This could be the one!
Another hopeful sign of movement in my psyche: I've started writing poetry again. Nothing great, nothing much, but I hadn't written anything in several years. It felt so good. That's partially due to Women Who Run, too, but it probably also has to do with unearthing all my old poetry and going through it.
These are hopeful signs. These are signs of regreening.
A Rain of Angels

The River Beneath the River

Venus in Transit is finally ready to be finished, but I told it it has to wait. And then there are those short stories kicked up by my reading of Women Who Run With the Wolves. That book made me understand, on a much deeper layer, a story I've been struggling with for a few years now. I finally know what it's about. Although I thought I knew that before, and one wonders (I) if I've fooled myself yet again...but I don't think so. This time the story has settled in my gut in a way it didn't before. This could be the one!
Another hopeful sign of movement in my psyche: I've started writing poetry again. Nothing great, nothing much, but I hadn't written anything in several years. It felt so good. That's partially due to Women Who Run, too, but it probably also has to do with unearthing all my old poetry and going through it.
These are hopeful signs. These are signs of regreening.
A Rain of Angels
The River Beneath the River
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