The groundhog saw his shadow today and I look out and see; winters bleak, the warted barks of brown, naked trees, sleeping grasses and I hear cold winds whistle — snake between ill-fitted panes. I wrap myself tighter in flannels and fleece, and like the lover who chanced and lost, I weep and wait for another’s spring kiss.

Current read: A Thousand Splendid Suns, by Hosseini, Khaled

Whats playn’ on my cd: Jeff Buckley, Grace

The Red Tent was a wonderful, lyrical read, very satisfying.

Update on my ms:  still on hold, waiting for pubs decisions, but, but, but, one major publisher who turned it down has now requested it again–a rarity and I feel so blessed, whether it’s a nay or yah.

And as always, Dave compliments complete–encourage me:

“That is a beautiful para above there kiddo-if your writing is as that you will get a positive answer from your publisher. And as a lover does-think only of the heart for it is the still small voice that speaks to you in those time of inbetween.  love Dave”