Not much goings on

Work on the edit letter is going good.  I should get through the line edit stuff today, freeing me to start putting things on paper and trying them out in my head to see if they create more trouble than they fix.  Once I get into it, editing is one of my favorite parts of the book-writing experience, seeing how things could go differently with a glance, a touch, a new character or scene.  My first-round edits are usually pretty heavy, at least, they feel heavy to me, with more rewriting than tweaking going on.  It's not my last chance to change things, but it is my last chance to easily change characters, settings, and story path.  This one feels like it's going to take a couple of big changes, but the plot itself is fairly sound.  Pacing is off this time . . .  Characters . . .  Maybe it's worse than I thought.

It snowed yesterday, but of course nothing stuck.  Still, it's irritating.  At the time, Guy was rototilling compost into the dirt we loosened up last weekend, which made me roll my eyes.  Snow or not, we both know that next week might be worse with rain, so do the work when the soil is dry and workable.  This weather is frustrating. I did start some seeds indoors, which is something I haven't done in about ten years, I think.  You never forget how, but I do like the little peat pellets that they have now.  Talk about easy!  Maybe it's been longer than ten years . . .  Wow.