#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

Fiddlehead

I get distracted with writing this morning, so I get off to a late start, and so my daughter joins me into the glorious spring woods. It's early May, and so we go down the part of the trail we call Lady Slipper Row, and we're playing our annual game of who will see the first lady slipper of the season? We are doubtful of seeing one at all, as it's still a little early in the season. But then, she calls out, "I win!" and spots the green hips in the brown leaves. Triumphantly she says she'll give me another chance - in a couple of weeks we'll see who spots for the first pink bloom.

Meanwhile, the sun lights the fiddleheads all along the path. 

A week ago today I was consumed with running a writing retreat and hosting guests. Today, all day, is a writing day, and I dig in to my essay, having not touched it in a couple of weeks. I'm well into revision and I'm not hating it, in fact, I'm feeling pretty encouraged about my progress. 

And via e-mail I get my second acceptance of the week: a poem called "Samara" will be published in a literary journal that is very delighted to have it, so they say. And these two acceptances this week have made me not mind the couple of rejections that have also come this week. And now I am nodding off.

Sunset, Farm Pond