Springing Forward

So much is going on around me that seems profound and altering. Between the massive news coverage of Shiavo and the Pope to little hometown happenings that somehow seem the largest of all. In the midst of it all, life goes on with deals on tractors, and washing cars and changing clocks. Change, change, change. The only constant.

I have mouths to feed that belong to people who are probably wondering what on earth I'm doing back here. But I just don't want this to get too far away. I need to be sharp by the end of the month. I've scheduled an appointment with an agent at the end of the month. I don't want my writing to be a distant friend when that time arrives. There is an infusion of confidence that I feed from when my creative engine is purring. I want that to bolster me. When I think of the potential of doing something that I dearly love and turning it into coins that we can put to good use.... And who knows, we may need those coins worse than I think we do. When we heard on the news last night that the predictions we could see the price of a barrel of crude top $100, I'm thinking--that's drastic. That means more for everything that uses gasoline to ship or make. No wonder you can't make an airline reservation more than six months in advance.

I really need to go. I hope this little bit of something is better than a whole lot of nothing.....