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Writing Ruminations

Writing is such an internal process. Why not make those private ruminations public? This is how stories take shape and grow.

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Location: Happy Valley, Oregon, United States

I've been supporting myself as a writer for many years and am watching the changes in the publishing world with fascination. For me, sharing the craft, teaching, is as creatively satisfying as the writing process itself.

Monday, March 23, 2009

Oregon Spring

This was one of those weekends where I remind myself that if I got the same workout at a gym, I'd have to pay a lot of money. But then, if I was getting that same workout at the gym, it probably wouldn't be raining and hailing on me. But hey, that final shower finished with a rainbow (while it was still raining on me), so it was at least, quite pretty. And not very cold. Since I was doing Chainsaw Calisthenics, I stayed pretty warm. You know that old saying about firewood and warming you twice, right? I was dealing with one of those 'gifts' that come with a bit of a price tag. I have all these big branches you can have for firewood translates to I don't want to have to deal with all those twigs so you can have 'em. So I trimmed off all the really fine twigs (and I burn stuff down to a size smaller than a broomstick) and my beloved chipper even started, first time out after its winter sit. So it was a good day, rain, hail, and all. And I don't even have a pile of branches blocking my driveway. Woohoo.

Then, today was a good flight. We had the Scappoose airpark to ourselves, mostly because everything else was already getting weather, and I got in one really nice crosswind landing (they've been giving me trouble) before rapidly decreasing visibility and rain chased us back to Troutdale, where I got to perfect my crosswind style a bit more. I've been having to unlearn my winter's worth of landing in 30 mph headwinds.... The rain came in on our heels. Classic Oregon spring, but cold. My calendar is what's growing, and right now, according to that calendar, it's early March, not late March. Ah well, the seasons do what the seasons do. We're the ones with the inflexible calendar.