Time’s A’Wastin’

Well. I see that I have done none of the things that I planned to do this past year or two. No essays rewritten and posted (although that is still a plan), no short stories completed and submitted to Kindle (that’ll never happen. Probably).

I’m in another lit class, this time Memoir Writing. This is about the fourth class I’ve taken on writing my memoir (again with Professor K), and I’ve finally come up with a portion of my life that I don’t mind writing about. I’m calling it Following My Nose: A memoir about sex, typing and home ownership. I’m keeping it clean. Any “gray” parts of my life will go with me to my grave. Unless the guys start writing memoirs, of course.

It’s nearly spring and I’m planning another steampunk garden. I don’t know if my gooseberries and hops made it through the winter. It’s been record-breakingly cold around these parts (Virginia’s Shenandoah Valley). My cats are fine, I’m still feeding squirrels, and my dying fruit trees attract lots of birds, which I watch out my window as I type. I’m still working, although I plan to drop one of my clients this summer.

I turned 66 last fall. I haven’t yet recovered from the shock.