Time to stop

[smokingboot]

This makes it sound as though I've done huge amounts, when in fact I've written almost nothing. Still, what has come out is at least back on track. My flaw at present is that I keep trying to rush to the point of the piece and I know why that is; I am still seeing it as a short story. I need to calm down a bit. Another hour at least, I think, before I start again.

This has been a strange equinox. I am told by pagan sources that equinoxes often have a sense of chaotic energy about them, as light and dark come into balance. *shrug* Who knows? Certainly today all my energy disappeared long before my equinox celebration because Littlebro told me the appalling details about the collapse of his relationship, and I just soaked it up and worried through my work all day. I am so sorry it went wrong. Relationships die, but how sour does it have to get? So, time to listen again. Why does fate keep putting me in this position? I'm not getting any better at it!

When the time came to celebrate Eostara, I could not work myself up into egg'n'primrose mode try as I might. The whole thing was very introspective, despite these wild spring winds howling down hills and across fields reminding me that the world is out there ready to rumble!

Winter should really be over, but I can't say I feel even the vaguest stirrings of 'green' energy. I want to curl up in a bird's egg and be left on a bed of straw on the hearth to hatch out in a couple of months. Don't let the cat roll me around in the meantime.