Easter Sunday

Today is Easter Sunday. The whole clan of local in-law relatives is coming over. I spent the last two days on housework and yardwork. My yard does look great though. Lots of flowers and plants. The problem is, I haven’t written a thing other than 20 more poems on my Eve series I’m working on. Now that I’ve hit 300 poems in that theme, I have to cull through them, pick out the best ones (perhaps combine some) and make a chapbook. I must get back to my fiction. Again, I realize that I must hit the coffee houses for 2-3 hour blocks if I want to get any serious writing done. There’s just too much to do around this house I bought, and those tasks are such a distraction that I can’t focus.

I’ve got a week off from school, and don’t know exactly what to do with it. I need to go to Lafayette one day, visit a friend, and have my friend navigate me through Lafayette to the major bookstores where I’ll be doing signings. I have classes scheduled with the Bastrop Police Department two days this week, to help tutor the officers with their writing. Like teachers, policemen must attend self-development workshops too I guess. My best male friend in Atlanta wants me to visit him and his girlfriend this week too. I will likely head that way on Thursday for a couple of wild days. We always have a grand time when we’re together. Though we talk on the phone every week, it’s been two years since I’ve seen him, so I owe him a visit. Then my vacation will be over. Tomorrow, I’ll post my schedule for my upcoming readings and events. Looks like I’m going to have a very full year ahead of me. Just what I need.