my muse in the spring

We have had an unusually long winter, and I am not happy about it. Most years the grass needs mowing in late February, early March but not this year.  The hosta are just now starting to put up their noses. There are lovely fat buds on the Star Magnolia which show no sign of opening.

The best thing about where we live, as far as I’m concerned, is the early spring and so I am a little cranky. Of course, this is nonsense. There are far more important things to be cranky about. The economy, for example. And the fact that the Mathematician has been in England for almost three weeks, party for work and partly to see his parents. He’ll be back on Friday. I like having the house to myself for a while, but now I’m ready for him to come home.  And not just because I miss his mug, or because he takes out the trash or knows how to give the cat her medicine without getting clawed. I miss him because I haven’t been able to write. Maxine rages about this, but still no luck. Once he’s home I should be able to buckle down. Until then I’m busy reading history and searching out primary material, which is not easy from my study in the Pacific Northwest.

Digital technology has made many things possible, but not everything. I need to spend a week in the Manhattan archives and libraries and the historical society. April would be perfect, as the heat hasn’t set in and things are pleasant.  But there Manhattan is all the way on the other side of the continent, and here am I, looking up flights and hotel rates and feeling ever gloomier about the possibility.

I am about to do a phone interview with Fresh Fiction about the trade paper release of Pajama Girls. I’ll let you know when it shows up on their website.

Now I’ll go away and when I come back,  I’ll be cheerful. That’s my intent.

7 Replies to “my muse in the spring”

  1. As odd as it may sound, enjoy being cranky. Afterall, one can’t be content all the time. So here’s a toast to the Crank. And good luck getting back to contentedness. (And if you tell Maxine that I said you should enjoy being cranky, I’ll deny it. I don’t want her getting upset with me too.)

  2. Ha! I’ll be in NYC May 5-8.

    Grass needs mowing here; hostas are coming up; a few dogwoods are blooming; the star magnolias are blooming; the forsythias is about done, along with the early daffodils; some trees are just barely leafing out.

  3. Spring is finally arriving here in the upper Midwest, as I continue to trek between Bloomington, IL (employment) and Elkhart, IN (house in the epicenter of the recession). I’m hoping to do some research on Edward Bonney (bounty hunter in the 1840s–captured the gang who murdered George Davenport in 1845), and a possible historical mystery/romance called “The Devil of Davenport,” set in 1916:

    http://ontheslowtrain.blogspot.com/2009/01/devil-of-davenport.html

    Central Illinois is a fairly convenient for that kind of reseach. I wish you success in your research in Manhattan.

  4. I hear you. I hate when my work takes a backseat to my husband’s schedule. And the cat takes her medicine better from him too! Now, “party” wouldn’t be a Freudian slip, would it? Smiles. I’ll send Spring your way!

  5. I just discovered your WONDERFUL books on a car trip to Florida from Indiana. My husband got “Queen of Swords” on tape to listen to in the car. It was so wonderful, that every time we had to stop for gas and a potty break, we both could not wait to get back on the road again and back to the story. We even took the tapes into our condo in FL and listened to some of it while on vacation!!! When we arrived back home, I did a search on line within our library system to find more written by the superb Sara Donati. I found that we had listened to the last one in a series of books. So I got “Into the Wilderness” and could hardly put it down long enough to clean or cook until I had it read through and as you know it is a long book!!!! I LOVED IT!!! I am getting ready to start on “Dawn on a Distant Shore”, but am going to force myself to clean my house really well, change the sheets on our bed, and catch up on the laundry before I start it. Because I fear that once I start it, I won’t get much done again, until it is read from cover to cover!!!! LOL!!! I have loved to read from the moment I first learned at the age of 5 and 6. I have always had books piled around me to read. I collect as many as I can from my favorite authors. I would love to own this series by you, so I am going to search for them on Amazon.com. My husband is on disability, and I am unable to work anymore due to numerous health problems and am to have major foot surgery soon. So I will have to find really good bargains and purchase them one at a time. But I want to own them badly. I know that eventually I will read them more than once. I do that with my favorite books and these will be some of my very favorites, for sure.
    Thank you so much for giving me some wonderful hours of reading pleasure.
    Judith Watson
    Indianapolis, IN; USA

  6. Oh, I also wanted to say something about being housebound. About two months ago I was quarantined for a month in our home with MRSA and had to be treated with extremely strong antibioics (3900 mg. a day) to try to kill it off. I was very ill. The Antibiotics caused me to lose some hair and gave me yeast on my skin and thrush in my throat and mouth. I was a mess. I could not have any visitors, not even my grown son or daughter or our three grandchildren who all live near by. They called me regularly, as did many friends and I received many cards. I was on a phone hook up for our Bible meetings at our church, which was wonderful. The only person I saw for a month was my husband and Drs. So I truly was housebound and it was not fun!!!! I did go outside and sat on our porch a few times when it was warm enough to do so. I read and sewed, when I felt up to it. This was before our Florida trip and before I discovered Sara Donati’s books….darn!!!! But anyway, I am recovered and doing much better. I am gradually regaining my strength. I will always be a carrier of MRSA, so have to be cautious.
    So I truly know the meaning of HOUSEBOUND.
    Judith

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