Just Keep Swimming...

I feel like I'm treading water with my novel. There are some transition sections that require drafting. It's like swimming pool-laps while editing the drafted chapters and then finding myself in the middle of "What Happens Now?!" Ocean.

So, instead I'm enjoying word-play while writing my poetry in the morning and afternoon between reading sessions, which is akin to jumping in, splashing around for three-to-four-poem stints, and then soaking in the rays.

(This is truly a symbolic picture because there is still plenty of snow on the ground from last week's blizzard. Any sunshine I am getting is reflected off the snow drifts while I sit in my cozy chair.)

Just keep swimming (a.k.a. writing), everyone!