Snow-- Yay!

What happened? I tell you what-- my powers people. I have been squinting up my face all week transmitting my snow vibes, and-- voila! The ice at the trail has been really pissing me off. When it's really hard and smooth, even with the yak tracks on (these stainless steel coils on the bottom of your shoes that give you more traction) I feel like a dog with too long toenails-- scooting around corners. Maybe now some bikes will go pack all this down and by tomorrow it'll be perfecto again. (transmitting perfect trail vibes now) (>.<) Isn't this sign cool? It's the same sign in my story that marks the entrance of the secret hideaway, forgotten, bootlegger resort/ hippy enclave where most of it takes place. It's even called "Hubbard's Sunshine Resort".

This is cool too huh? It's out in the woods by the river. Supposedly some guy was going to log out some trees a long time ago and his truck just died there. Another freaky thing about my story-- I was talking to my cool artist neighbors (who've lived here forever and who we share the big woods with) and I told them my story's setting was a place like where we live, but lots bigger, and the site of a big old resort. They looked at me all weird and were like, "You know this was a resort at one time right?" No. Way.

They showed me some old foundations out in the woods where there had once been cabins, and there's old bottles and junk all over down here and up along the bluff. That's not even the freakiest thing.

The day after I read my crit partner a scene where a major character dies, there was a news story about a guy found in some river up in new england. They weren't sure how long he'd been in the river (he was just bones wearing a coat by now), and he had on a backpack full of rocks, with just one photo inside. This is almost exactly, exactly the deal with my guy. She said she got the big time chills when that happened. Sometimes I wonder if that guy's name was Dave too.

Cosmicness abounds.

In other sue News-- apparently my musical idols have banded together to try to crush my dreams this week. First Dan's album, while "good", wasn't the head exploding rock-fest I'd been looking forward to, then last night--- the White effing Stripes reunited for Conan's last show. When they announced it I literally squealed and grabbed Dan's arm with my talons of excitement. I'd been pestering him for another back rub, using my usual argument -- "Hey, a lot of people would pay good money to rub my back buddy" (this only works once in a while) and when they announced The White Stripes it was a total surprise and I went wild.

After spazing out about Jack White for about ten minutes I jokingly said, "Ok Stripes, don't embarrass me." (Because Dan isn't that into my music and was all -- "Who?") Then Meg stands there in this hideous-beyond-belief Mama Cass get up, playing her little red guitar like it was her first lesson. They did one of their mellowest songs ever-- badly, no drums (um-- hello-- did anyone tell you guys you're The White effing Stripes?) and Jack kind of croaked unenthusiastically looking like he'd rather be getting a colonoscopy. Thanks guys-- for making me quit wishing you'd get back together. Go Racs.

As far as my own actual life-- writing-wise I have about 20 k left to go on the revision. Art-wise, this weekend I want to finish the birch commission. I'll have to work like mad but I think I can do it, and I want to finish my revision (this pass of it) by the end of next week (plus I want to get in a full run of the trail sometime next week, all four sections). There's a Grandma day in there too (I promised her another "date".) I'm still fresh enough where this just sounds cool, not exhausting. Right now I feel like there is so much waiting for me, so much I want to do. Wow, an energy buzz and I haven't even had caffeine yet.

Think of any new stuff you're going to try this spring/summer yet?