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A taste of Spring and inspiration #amwriting #mnwinter #mnauthor


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We’ve had a mild winter this year. Maybe a handful of days where the low was below zero, and windchills in double digits below zero. We haven’t even gotten a stretch of more than one or two days of single or teens above zero. (that’s all Fahrenheit degrees for those who use Celsius πŸ™‚ )

This week we have had an interesting stretch. Last week the weather wonks said we were going to get a little snow on Monday. Maybe half an inch where we are. No biggie.

Erm. Yeah. So we weren’t expecting the 6 inches we actually got.

A little more than half an inch, I’m thinking

Then, of course it got cold, like single digit above zero cold for about 2 days, so icy roads. On the bright side, it was sunny πŸ˜€

Now we’re getting a nice thaw–during the day. Everything will refreeze at night, but there is something to be said about above freezing temps. They’re even claiming we’ll hit the mid-40s.

So, on the agenda is a walk or three to enjoy the warmth and the sun, and feed my muse a bit. The WIP is going okay. I’m past a rough patch, so now I can run a bit. Still planning to have a draft finished by the end of the month. Wait, February only has 28–no, 29 days this year. Yeesh.

So, the walks will be valuable muse-bonding time.

“At least you’re listening to me, love.”

I can’t stop the eyeroll. My Muse closes the back door of my writing office before stomping snow off his boots. He’s wearing a flannel jacket with that sherpa lining, with a dark green watchman’s cap and black leather gloves, which he stuffs into his hat before shoving them into a sleeve of his jacket.

“And you had to make sure to let me know.” Another eyeroll. “I know walks help me with inspiration and brainstorming. That’s old news. Besides, I don’t include you in back-to-back posts as a rule, so what gives?”

He toes off his boots, pulls a brewski from the fridge, and drops into the recliner beside mine. “Gotta get an early start.”

“What do you mean, an early start?”

He gestures to my laptop. “Your WIP. Which you didn’t work on yesterday.”

“I was focusing on my homework. Which reminds me, I have to finish my assignment.”

Silence swells between us, thick and heavy.

He leans toward me. “Are you going to mention it, or do I have to?”

Pressure on my chest tightens against my lungs. That stupid knot in my throat returns. “I was fine until you said something.”

“You can’t make her be reasonable, love. She has to figure it out for herself. You know that. Don’t let that strangle your creative energies.”

If it were only that easy. My nineteen-year-old daughter still can’t be bothered to listen to any advice from Mom and Dad, and has an uncanny way of pushing my hubs’ buttons. And he’s a patient man; he’s put up with me for almost thirty years.

And of course my daughter doesn’t want to talk about it.

“And here I was all fired up to write.” I get up to snag my own brew from the fridge. “You crashed my vibe.”

“No, I’m helping you work through it.”

Not so much. “Okay, since you are a Muse, why don’t you throw some sense and reason toward my teenager.”

He shakes his head. “Not my area of expertise. However, I’ll be right beside you on your walks, so maybe bring along your phone this time to record all your brainstorming revelations.”

I can do that. Everything will be sloppy with the melting over the next few days, but hey, it’ll be nice out. Looking forward to a balmy weekend.

Just keep on writing!

Author: Julie Holmes, author

A fiction writer since elementary school (many years ago), and NaNoWriMo annual participant for a decade, I have been published in small press magazines such as "Fighting Chance" and "The Galactic Citizen". I write adult mystery with a touch of romance, mystery with extrasensory elements, contemporary fantasy, and epic fantasy, and I'm represented by the fabulous Cynthia Zigmund of Second City Publishing Services. My debut novel, "Murder in Plane Sight", has been released by Camel Press (an imprint of Coffeetown Press/Epicenter Press). In real life, I am a technical writer and empty-nester with a wonderful hubby, one cat (what writer doesn't have cats??), two dogs, seven chickens, and more chipmunks, squirrels, and rabbits than any garden should have to deal with. My garden, our hobby farm, and Nature's annual seasons are some of my muses.

21 thoughts on “A taste of Spring and inspiration #amwriting #mnwinter #mnauthor

  1. That’s the thing about teenagers, isn’t it, Julie. They don’t always let us in, so to speak, and they don’t listen, even when it would benefit them to listen. Your Muse is right, though; your daughter will find her way through it all, and she’ll be fine. She’s a smart person with good parents. Now…enjoy that walk!

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    • Yes, you are so right, Margot! And it’s aggravating, but there’s not much to do but let them make their own choices and be there when they need us. Crossing my fingers she figures things out sooner rather than later πŸ˜€

      Have a wonderful weekend!

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  2. Your muse has a big personality.:-) Good thing for the extra day in February for writing!

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  3. Oh boy. Kids–teens. I’m so glad mine are grown. They’re into their 30’s and have started to appreciate mom and dad again.

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    • I can’t wait until mine are at least to the stage where they realize what valuable resources their parents really are. Actually, my son is doing pretty well on his own; he’s graduating from college this spring, then he’ll be off to join the real world πŸ˜€ My daughter hasn’t gotten to that point yet; I’m looking forward to that!

      Have a great weekend, Jacqui!


  4. Sometimes that’s all you can do is get out and walk. I know it really helps me refocus. Have a productive rest of the weekend, Julie.

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  5. The muse always has good entertainment value. πŸ™‚ Sorry about your daughter’s troubles. So funny what you call “balmy.” Heehee. πŸ™‚ Happy writing! And a gentle whisper to sleeping Zoey: “Meow. Purrrrr…”

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  6. The weather has been a bit wonky, huh? And sorry to hear about daughter concerns. It’s hard to think about writing when family seems to need us, even when they say they don’t. I hope things smooth out on all fronts. ❀

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  7. I hope the world aligns for your daughter and all goes well. And I’m glad you’re getting some quasi-acceptable 40ish temps in there with all that snow, ice and bitter cold. Winter doesn’t have that much longer to hang around. It will be good to put the cold behind you, and hopefully any family concerns will follow the same path. Wishing you well!

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    • Me, too. She’s got a new job, but although it’s really good pay, I hope she doesn’t lose sight of going back to college, even if it’s not the college she started at. Of course, she needs to decide on a direction. That’s been the hard part for her.

      Can’t wait for spring! I have to start my seeds pretty soon; hubs got a new light for me, so I’m eager to see how effective it is for seedlings. Counting the days until the equinox and official Spring!

      Have a wonderful writing week, Mae!

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  8. Julie, it’s not always easy to just keep writing, particularly if we are worried for our children! I hope she’s okay … sometimes they just want the space to sort it out themselves … but it’s always good to remind them you’re there!

    You winter picture looks idyllic – it’s my turn to be envious! πŸ˜€

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  9. Yep… That’s life! πŸ˜€

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