Spring

At last, SPRING is showing its self.The buds on the pear trees are plumper every day.

The sparrows are dancing around, flirting. Eastern bluebirds who have been shivering in secluded places, appearing only when desperate for a snack, perch every day on my hanging planter hook. If I don't soon clear out the old stuff from their house, they'll move on.

Green tips of this and that are pushing through winter debris. The air,the sunlight have a distinct spring-like quality. It's time for new beginnings.

The Junk Lottery will have new beginnings now that I have my publishing rights back. It's a good story and has deserved a wider readership. Soot, my latest, is as ready as the pear trees to burst forth with new life.

Next week's writing conference, The Write Stuff, in Allentown, PA will spark the creation of another novel, and stories, maybe publishing opportunities, new friendships, new ways of thinking about everything.

Happy Spring.

Why do you write?

I write to find out what I really think and feel (my journal); I write to share and memorialize emotions, wonder and soul trips (my poetry); I write to exercise my imagination and courage (my fiction).
— Mary Karen Burke, Mohegan Lake, NY

I found this quote on The International Women's Writing Guild events page and thought it was lovely.

I write because I want to explore and liberate women's voices and my own in the process.

Why do you write.

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