What about?

I want to write but I'm stuck, which is a good sign I'm not doing it enough--just showing up at the page and letting things come.

That's not entirely true as I have begun to visit here and write more regularly, but I'm not satisfied with the results. I found a file on my laptop desktop last night--funny how sooner or later I stop really "seeing" what's right in front of my face--called Writers Writing and it was the text file I opened to write in before the modem went out on that computer and I could attend workshop sitting in my recliner with it on my lap. I started reading through the stuff and felt a pang. I guess it was envy. Or longing. The words seemed to come so easily, and the prompts didn't bore me. Or perhaps I just made myself do them instead of picking and choosing whether I wanted to or not.

I need to register for the OWFI conference. There maybe I'll remember now that I've typed it too.

It's another busy week ahead and today has gone nothing like I wanted it to go. So I'm behind already. That's my good excuse for sitting here and not getting laundry done. :-

I was reminded that today is the first day of spring--the spring equinox, and since we have our Memorial celebration on Thursday that means we'll have a full moon, and I wonder what kind of night it will be. I love it when this full moon in bright and clear in the sky, because whatever has come and gone on this earth of ours, the same moon has shined overhead for all of it.

Because the Native American names for the full moons facinates me, I tripped on out there on the 'Net to see what the name of this one is. It's the Full Worm Moon, so named by the Native Americans because the earth begins softening and worm castings begin to appear, signaling that the worms are at work helping to loosen the soil for spring planting. Tribes in the more northern areas referred to it as the Full Crow Moon, feeling that the cawing of crows signaled the end of winter. Because the snow becomes crusted from thawing by day and freezing by night, this moon was also called the Full Crust Moon. Or if you were one to tap trees for syrup, it might be known as the Full Sap Moon or Full Sugar Moon. This is also the Paschal Full Moon--that from Christendom, of course, rather than Native Americans, the first full Moon of the spring season. The first Sunday following the Paschal Moon is by tradition Easter Sunday. Of course Christ's death--which oddly enough was the only event in his life which he commanded the celebration of--occured on the night of that first full moon because that's when Passover was held.

Well, there goes my timer. I still don't feel like I got anywhere today. I'm hungry for a character to take my hand I think and lead me to the next story that I need to write. Not that I've finished editing Cousins. Or even started the process of finding a decent title for it.... At any rate, I showed up, and that's the important thing, right? Right!