TORRENT

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Yeah they're all about me.

Dogwood

Dogwood

Spring bought the Dogwood into flower

Daffodils gathered in clumps in the woods

Red tulips waved in the warm breeze

You walked toward the road

Behind dark glasses our eyes met

One brief instance

An inquisitive look from you

I looked away

And was gone.

copyright Ellie Conway 2011

 Fairfax, VA

Mother's day

Hey, it’s Cat. I’m taking over Ellie’s blog: She doesn’t mind. Seriously… that chick has so much on her plate right now she barely knows which way is up.

So, me taking over her blog – is perfectly fine.

Wish someone would take over mine!

What’s on my mind?

Kind of you to ask…

Currently there is a duel digital photo frame hanging above the mantelpiece playing through about 4 gig of photos (randomly chosen by me) from Virginia, DC and NYC. Every now and then I look up from work and see something cool. Last time I looked up it was a battle field. I got lost in that for a while.

I signed the contract for the 4th Byte book earlier this week.

Flashbyte.

Today – Mother’s day.

It was up and down.

Really up and down.

But it did end with a surprise visit from number one son-in-law, Ray. That was definitely an up. He’s been talking up my work. Gotta love that!

As for the rest of the day. Can you say roller coaster? Yeah, me too.

I did get a lot of work done this morning. Which I needed to do. I still have a long way to go with the 5^th Byte though. Something appeared in this story the other day and it’s really unpleasant. Not a topic I expected to be writing about. That has caused a few moments today as more of the details emerged. The scene is almost done but the aftermath will live forever with Ellie. (So give her a break and don’t expect too many blogs… okay?)

I know I don’t talk about work while I’m working. I don’t talk about work when I’m done. You get a sig line, a blurb and a couple of quotes.

Talking about what I’m writing. No.

But then it get’s so I can’t talk about it afterwards either, because I’m ever mindful about giving away too much and ruining a readers enjoyment.

Sometimes I might mention a scene or something – but usually not in any context. Another thing I’m kinda weird about – talking writing with ANYONE while I’m working on a novel. It doesn’t apply to short stories, only novels. The only exception to this is something I’ve put away for a few years and find I need fresh eyes to let me know how much is salvageable. (I’m not holding my breath!)

I forgot what I was saying.

It’s been like that all week.

Traveling to the future doesn’t agree with me. Oddly enough traveling into the past does. Who knew?