- with the thoughts she has caught by a thread -

Fingers to keyboard - go.

It's been a while.

It's not like I haven't thought about writing. I've wanted to - thought about what to say, both here and elsewhere; wanted to pick up my November novel and pull that story into something resembling a manuscript; wanted to write something 'mighty and sublime, left behind to conquer time' (heh; don't we all?) And there have been moments: bouncing ideas off of friends, reworking a lovestory/ghost-story to make it something readable. Publishable? Well. I've scribbled bits of poetry on coiled notebooks, splashing coffee and cilantro broth over half-cursive, half-printed asides in pink ink, but nothing that's stopped me cold. Not yet.

As it is, it seems like I may have the opportunity to report on writing that does catch my breath (or equally fails to.) A friend wants me to join her book-reviewing blogcrew, and I'm considering it. It'd be a great experience - to be part of a team instead of a purely independent blogger, to adhere to deadlines (aha), to reach a wider audience? Sounds pretty cool! We'll see where it goes.

In the meanwhile, my feet are taking me to a new job and on a couple of road trips - first to Calgary (old friends and new loves; brunches and koalas and cupcakes and wanderings and breweries and a probable first stab at Halo - apparently, I've been missing out on something there? We'll see.)

Then next Monday hits - new work - writing work - translating legislative acts into layman-speak and hoping to all listening deities that I get it right. I'm nervous, certainly, but think it's going to be an incredible change.

...I will miss the pythons. Even Thor. I will miss the odd, wonderful randomness that seemed to transpire around the zoo. I don't think I'll ever turn a corner and find myself toe to toe (flipper?) with a sea lion at my new job. Nor will I see an elephant out for her afternoon constitutional. Or cradle a snake with one arm, and craft supplies in the other, whilst singing along to the national anthem in French. I'll have to get used to what's deemed "regular" hours - this may be the biggest change - but it's time for a change and for what it's worth, I'm ready.

And then, once I've found my feet, it's off to San Francisco in May, to pay too much for streetcars and find Mission and Haight; to eat real seafood once again (it's not really-real once it's crossed over mountains.) To hang out at one of Sean Connery's old pseudo-haunts and send resultant pictures to my old Japanese class who learned English idioms by watching "The Rock" - would I kid you, on this point? ^_~

It's going to be, and it has been a couple of crazy, happy, awesome, strange, challenging, and exciting months. Spring is here, says the extra hours of sunlight; says the crocus spikes with their tenacious purple and white flowers; says the fact that all the snowshoe hares in town are finally dressing down... and I'm happy to see it.

I hope you're well. Starry nights, and cheers! ♥



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