so, it’s spring and I’m inside

So, it’s spring and I’m inside typing at my desk (ask me about my standing desk). I can hear an eager mockingbird somewhere in my backyard calling for me to come outside and he won’t stop. Tempting but I’ve got to finish this little blog update — besides, looking out my window, I see a dark cloud passing overhead. So, there’s that.

And besides that, there’s things I need to do — I’ve got more than a dozen half-finished paintings staring at me; I need to finish up and email my newsletter (email me if you want to receive my newsletter, March ‘11 edition is going out soon — wess@wessforeman.com).

I am writing a novel about robots and space travel and intergalactic terrorism and I killed off my protagonist early on — which might not have been a wise move on my part, but I digress. (my first book can be purchased here: http://goo.gl/QNjSW) I am reading Stephen King’s THE STAND and enjoying that, though it’s quite long (have you noticed that?).

I’ve got all these things going on — did I mention I have an art market in New Orleans this Saturday that I need to prepare for; looking forward to that, then we’re visiting my wife’s folks for Easter — not a terrible drive, three hours, and we’ll be staying a couple of days I think. All these things and the dogs still to feed — I did manage to get the trash out before the truck rolled by — and this mockingbird has the nerve to tweet-tweet-tweetle outside my window at me? Seriously?

Oh, little mockingbird. You do test me some days.