The craziness continues in southern Manitoba, and while I’m all for spring (bring it on, finally!) that means general stuff around the place and with the kid has doubled my need to be away from my desk.

Hence last week’s weirdly posted posts and today’s installment of a 52 Weeks post that should have been done a week ago. Still, technically I’m still within the week… <|;^) I'm going to try to keep up with the posts a little better from now on, while I get my head down on an edit project and a writing project that's pretty big and needs doing. Belfire is taking some time as well, but the bookkeeping for fiscal 2013 is done, finalized and the royalties have gone out. Now it's time to buckle down and edit, read submissions, and get 2014 rollin'... Mourning Dove is going well. Mostly notes and half-paragraphs here and there, a decision (finally) on how to tackle the back-story and the present story. What characters need to come in to play and when, all that kind of thing. It's working out. I may or may not post notes about it, because while I know some folks were asking me to share my thoughts on the subject matter as I develop them, and I'd love to hear other's thoughts on the process of working through the whole thing... there are other people who are going to take anything I post as sending a cannonball across the bow. Not just friends, but others as well, would think I was taking aim at them - and none of this has to do with anyone other than the girls, myself and *my* relationship with my mother. But...

Snarky, yeah? I’m feeling it, but I’m also feeling something far more important, and that’s happiness. It’s been years since I’ve been this happy, and even though it looks like we’re in the rattletrap house for another year… I can deal with that. A little over a year ago, hell, even nine months ago, I wanted nothing less than walking as far away from it all as I could possibly get. Go back and read it, if you’re of a mind.

Why am I this happy? Because I know I’m not crazy. I know why things happened the way they did and continue to, and I’m learning how to prevent future issues; it is not nor was it ever, my fault. Counselling is a beautiful thing.

Things are better than they’ve been since… well, 2009; knock on wood. There will be a garden this year. There will be canning this year. There *may* (hopefully) be a move later in the year. The rest?

A blip on the radar, and nothing more.

’til tomorrow… <|;^p <3 JL