Sunday, November 23, 2008
On The Wing
Patty's neat writing room prompted me to offer an alternative for those of you who live in semi-chaos as I do.
It's gotten colder as the day goes on--rain in the forecast. We need it, but the fire neighborhoods don't. At least not until the hills can be sprayed with that seed paste, or whatever it's called.
I finished the sixth version of my picture book, which my amazing editor has been willing to read and comment on. Now of course I've got my hopes up, even though she says it's hard to get a PB published these days because they're so expensive to produce. So I'm going to try to forget all about it (right!) until she says yay or nay. Scouting around again for something to do, something brilliant and funny, or brilliant and dark, or just plain brilliant (right!)
My fingers are freezing.
One of us left the door to the bird cage open and our two little finches, Woody and Wife #3, have flown into the great unknown. At least she won't have to keep flying away from him. He really did live up to his name!