waiting for spring 001

We’re having a thaw, and it’s producing gigantic icicles all around the house. The world is full of snow, but underneath you can see spring just waiting to sprout up again.

Ideas are like that. They incubate underground, and then one day they shoot up and become a short story, a novella, a novellette, a novel. Or maybe a song, a painting, a photograph, a sculpture. Sometimes it seems like creative winter has you in its grip, but new things are waiting to spring to life just beneath the surface.

I have lots of new ideas starting to send up little shoots here and there. I really can’t wait for spring.