Drops of Water on a Window Pane

Writing this past week has been more like small drops of water spattering on a window pane than it has been sheets of rain thundering against a tin roof. I’ve still managed to get some words out, but not a whole lot. A part of that has been extreme crisis management that I’ve had to be involved with, which has chewed through the hours and spare writing time. If I could dissociate that from my life, I would, but for now it’s needed to keep the bills being paid and it is a necessary obstacle to my writing time. It is comforting to be seen as a subject matter expert in certain fields, though that doesn’t help me get time to write.

With the first month of spring almost complete, I’ve been having to catch up on yard work and all the other bits and pieces that couldn’t be done when the days were short and too cold to do anything outside. While the garden is looking healthy and full of colour, it has been the little spatters of water on the windscreen over the last week which have been of concern. We’re well into spring, but there hasn’t been any real rain of note. The days are warm and beautiful, but all it’s doing is setting us up for a terrible summer.

I hope the rains come soon. For the garden and lawns’ sakes, and for my time to devote to writing.