My apologies to both of you who stumbled into this blog last week looking for something new, only to see the same old tired posts. Why so quiet around here lately? Could be that the weather has finally broken from the Arctic blasts that plagued the early spring in Portland. There’s waist-high grass to be mown, fences to mend, the ongoing jihad against dandelions…

Also, things have been a little hairy on the day job front. You don’t want to know the details, trust me. Suffice it to say that finding time to write my novel, speak nothing of blog posts, has been challenging. I’m happy to report that the novel is progressing, despite the setbacks. There haven’t been any heaven-sent bursts of brilliance, but I’ve been steadily moving through the pages like a snowplow through slush. Inspiration is overrated anyway.

My grand plan was to write several blog posts over the weekend and dribble them out as the week wore on. Since it’s Monday and I’ve got no stockpile of pithy thoughts, it’s safe to assume that won’t happen. Instead, I’ll lay some of my plans on you. On other blogs I visit, the authors have ongoing themes and periodic features. I like the consistency of that, both for the reader and the writer. While I’m not ready to commit to a month-long theme just yet, I have a stack of writing books that I’m anxious to review. In that spirit, I hereby declare Tuesdays as Book Review Day on Words for Writers. In case you missed it, I got a start recently with my look at A Writer’s Guide to Fiction, by Elizabeth Lyon. What’s next? I guess you’ll just have to tune in tomorrow to see, won’t you?

Maybe later in the week I’ll blog about my Saturday night dream of picking asparagus.