Spring Planting Moon
Hmm. Snow yesterday coated the driveway and the walk. Then melted. Last night, snow again, covering the driveway and the walk. Again. Still there at 11 am this morning. Yowzer.
A Star-Tribune editorial cartoon yesterday compared April 2012 and April 2013 with sounds. April 2012 was chirp, chirp. April 2013 was chip, chip. Apt. And funny. Sort of.
I wrote confidently here about my new ability in Latin translation. Well, I should have known that was actually the signpost to a new plateau. A rough day yesterday with Greg. A lot wrong. Something of it was just hard, a corrupt line or two of manuscript, other parts it seems I had sleepwalked through.
(Wheel of Time map)
In spite of that set back I’m still going forward to Book I to begin a full translation and to take notes for a commentary. I’ll just have to go slower and work harder. The time exists as does the will.
This morning I finished the first book, The Eye of the World, by Robert Jordan, in the Wheel of Time series, twelve books long and unfinished at Jordan’s death at age 58. It’s an impressive achievement. It’s reach is broad and his intention runs deep. I’m not sure about the depth, but I am sure that the world he has imagined and the narrative threads he has uncovered within it are wonderful.
It will serve as an inspiration during the revision of Missing, number three, and for the rest of the novels in the Tailte mythos.