...and I've been writing to a fast-approaching deadline, hence my almost complete disappearance from everything. (Love the word hence and rarely get to use it. =) I've even closed the curtains in my studio to avoid getting caught up in watching the wildlife frolic and studying the naked trees, trying to tell if that's a haze of spring green lighting their branches or just wishful thinking.

I can spend hours imagining spring, and now is not the time. All efforts must stay with writing.

In the off moments when I absolutely have to step away to think clearly, I've been summer concert shopping and am really excited because I've scored decent tickets to six events so far, and I'm not done yet. I dangle the summer in front of me like a giant carrot, with the hope that working like a madman now will buy me my freedom later.

So far, it's worked. We'll see what comes next. Ahh, anticipation.