Howdy, all. Well, after an encouraging weekend with temperatures well above freezing, it looks like we’re in for another nasty shot of winter, with the mercury plummeting to near zero again by Thursday or Friday night. This is the tough time of year in climates like this one, where you can see the end of winter in so many little ways–the color of willow branches, maple tubing going up on the trees, noticeably longer days, mud–yet winter is still here, and it doesn’t really want to let go. Nothing to do but hang on and know spring is coming.
I got a second set of revisions back from Carrie this weekend and spent much of yesterday pounding away at them. My aim is to have them back to her this week, and hopefully, she’ll not have anything else substantial to say. By the way, remember my gray/grey problem? I was sure I changed them all the last set of revisions. Early in the manuscript, I found the word ‘grey’–“Hmm,” I thought. “I was sure I changed them all to ‘gray’.” I did a ‘Find All’ and came up with close to 20 ‘greys.’ Just for fun, I searched for ‘gray’ and found another 10. *headdesk* I think I need an intervention.
Anyway, I’ve got at least three, maybe four posts partly written–and incomplete. So here’s some music instead, Bad Self Portraits from Lake Street Dive. I can’t remember where I first heard this fine band–I remember seeing a video of them singing on a street corner in Boston, and was quite impressed. I heard about this latest song through an album review on NPR. Enjoy, I’ll be back on Friday. How’s life treating all of you?