It is snowing like a March lion. Everything is covered and pretty and I so wish I could take a snow day, but, alas alack, I cannot. What would I do with such a day? Well, I'd finish up the last of the query packages for True and send them out; I'd haul out The Rock Walker and begin a massive revision on it (I imagine it to be massive - perhaps I'll be pleasantly surprised); I'd continue spring cleaning the joint; and I'd curl up by the fire and read The Constant Gardener by John Le Carre. I might take a short walk with the beasty and take photos too. But no. Instead I'll buzz this together - visit one or two of you - sweep the car off and get on my way. I have six clients and so...a very full day.
Tomorrow is my regular writing day - Gwen isn't back from Africa yet (she arrives on the ninth) and I have grandkids to visit so it won't be a long one. Maybe I'll get that first thing off my list - the query packages. That would be splendid, as Watson says to Holmes at every opportunity. Ron and I are trying to the utmost to sprinkle our talk with Holmes and Watson talk. Yes, utmost is one of those.
Tomorrow I promise to become a more regular blogger. I'm going to do like everyone who is smart and pick REGULAR blogging days. I hate being regular but I think this would be best...it would be splendid and I'm going to do the utmost to make it happen. I'm also going to go over to my other site - Living the Complicated Simple Life and do the same over there. Probably won't blog there so often but I've been neglecting that garden something fierce.