Roads to Joy

The garden is beginning to burst forth with blossom on every bush. The sun is shining, and the days are long. Perhaps I should be taking pleasure in this delightful ambience, but the truth is that just now I only feel like working.

There have been only a few periods in my life when work felt like a means to an end; mostly I’ve loved what I work at, and financial rewards have really been secondary. Sufficient unto the day, I guess, is the aphorism. Ennui and anomie, of course, have their ways of exploiting a vacuum, but for whatever reason I’ve shrugged those twin devils off this morning.

And so I mean to get stuck deeply into some lovely writing tasks today. This entry is the second item on my list (the first was for another blog that I’m hoping to develop), and then there’s a creative effort to be considered on ‘working with simile,’ before I delve back into conscientious revision of my novel manuscript again, looking back and forth between my newest writing additions and the editing annotations from my careful mentor. Quite enough to be getting on with, besides not forgetting the various errands I’ve been charged with as well.

So, up and at ’em then, with relish! And I shall endeavour not to forget to lose myself in the delight of the work.