In like a lion, out like a lion

March has been a month for practicing gratitude: for the gift of unemployment, which has meant time to write; for this writing life; for the support of family, friends, and felines; and for you readers out there, who are the other half of the writing equation. Leviathan is off with its editor and I am 3/4 of the way through revising my poor neglected novel and remembering all that I loved about it. It is an overdue reconciliation. My head, as usual, is bursting with story stuff and I would l...