and then April was over.

Or nearly over. This month I had three freelance projects (and I’m knee-deep in a fourth), ten days of houseguests, two special projects at the day job (and I’m knee-deep in a third) . . . and no time for writing. Literally. I think I’ve written maybe a couple thousand words all month, when I often write that in a day.

There comes a point every spring, it seems, when the post-holiday rush of writing and submitting dies down, when the award promo anxiety has come and gone, and this lull settle...