Signs of spring are everywhere in New York City, even the tiny gardens that have struggled
all winter long so they can flourish now!
Everyone who knows me knows that in my heart, I am a communicator…a networker…a go between.
So if I know this and accept it, I guess it doesn’t make any sense to get upset when people
“hint” that they need my diplomacy to get them from point A to point B with another person, but
I admit sometimes it does upset me.
Sometimes all I want to do is sit at my computer and expand my narrative on my protagonist and
his life so that I can end my novel but instead I look around my home or whatever area I happen
to be in and decide that de-cluttering or making curtains or painting the odd door is really
what I need to be doing. It feels an awful lot like procrastination, a word I rarely use when
talking about myself.
I need to jump in the shower right now, get ready for the day and the arrival of my family to
celebrate a wedding in the next several days. An exciting time to be sure but another way to
distract myself from what I say I want to do: write!