I burned through about four of my queued-up blog post ideas in the last month. So here goes:
I finally made it to Rivendell Writers Colony. I was supposed to go for a weekend workshop with Jami Attenberg in January, but a snowstorm made a trip up Monteagle Mountain hazardous and the workshop was cancelled. I emailed back about a March stay on Saturday and on Monday learned that the woman who owned the property wanted to turn it into a different kind of retreat. My visit was on the last weekend they were open, before Easter. I didn't get any fiction written, but I did write a boatload of poetry. The supreme quiet and the spotty cell signal was great for productivity. (Also, not having to go outside every two hours with a dog is, too.) When I wasn't writing, I was studying for my RRCA exam. I slipped out to the car at 7 a.m. Sunday, drove home, opened my laptop, and took my exam.
The dog is shedding so much. We ran the Roomba three times in our bedroom alone last weekend. Only puppies lived in the house when I was growing up, unless it was particularly cold. We had a chow chow puppy so briefly that I can't even remember where he would have slept. He was certainly not around long enough to blow a coat. Needless to say this is an adjustment.
We replaced the existing fence with a much nicer one and demoed the rotting, leaning shed, replacing it with a "garden hutch." We still have to remove the carport and the concrete slab behind the house before we can enclose the backyard and regain a bit of sanity around the whole "letting the dog out" thing.
I took Facebook and Twitter off my phone a while back. Probably not related at all, as of today I will have logged as many read books into Goodreads in 2018 as I did for all of 2017.