I also feel like filling rooms up with white sheets and white comforters, and polishing hard-wood floors. Spring does that to me. I want to clean and purge and make donation trips to Goodwill without having anxiety.
I also scored a copy of Ben Moeller-Gaa's new Haiku chapbook!
Signed, too. Stay tuned for another interview.
So, these days I sit and worry when I'm not working at my jobs. But I have JUST "picked up" (see: opened document) my work-in-progress (yes, THAT old novel I'm still editing). It is strange that we're not supposed to neglect our projects, but when I give it room to breathe, so the words aren't so familiar
and stagnant I really feel that disconnect makes me like what I've written. No, it makes me WANT to work on it enough that it is very possible I just might like it. That possibility. I don't know if the rest of you struggle with fickle thoughts and a love/hate relationship with your own words.
These days I just want to purge out all the cobwebs and old stuff: old words, old scenes, old thoughts, and make them fresh.