Today is the feast day of St. Scholastica. She's the patron saint of hailstorms. Or, rather, she should be: she prayed that something would happen to keep her brother from leaving her home when she had a premonition that she would never see him again after the end of the visit. A violent hailstorm broke out, forcing her brother to stay the night and giving Scholastica a few more hours in his company. Scholastica died three days later. She and her brother were both old folks, so this isn't a tragic story. I think it's sort of sweet.
What else is sweet is that next week here at the Literary Lab, we'll have some exciting events! Winners of the Variations on a Theme contest will be announced! Author Alexandra MacKenzie will, in her guest post, tell you about her experience of having a second book published! Davin Malasarn will post more writing advice from Peanut the dog! Michelle Davidson-Argyle will talk about how learning to write is like learning to bake bread! Okay, I don't know about those last two items; I'm making some of this up. I write fiction, remember? I have artistic license to tell lies. Life's good that way, if you're me.
Yesterday evening, on the bus ride home, I finally started writing Chapter Eight of my work-in-progress. It's the last chapter of the book set in Africa, so I'm sort of dragging my feet because I really love the Africa chapters, even though they're...well, never you mind.
Also, yesterday I noticed that some of the flowering trees in Seattle are beginning to blossom. While some of you folks have snow and ice all around, here we've got daffodils pushing up through the ground. I hope to spend some time in my garden this weekend, watching the cat sleep. I also hope to write up a synopsis for my philosophical detective story so that I can enter it in Poisoned Pen Press's contest. Did you know Poisoned Pen is having a contest? They are! Get thee to the website!