Spring Planting Moon
The Sun. The Sun. I can hear Tattoo calling from the end of Phaethon’s runway. Yes, it’s another episode of Fantasy April in Minnesota.
Gonna have a little tea, then go clean out the bee hives, readying them for the new package arriving on Saturday. My enthusiasm for beekeeping has waned over the last couple of years. Little success in keeping colonies alive over the winter months combined with a stupid decision at the end of the season two year ago, a decision that I didn’t need my veil just this once.
Powerful aversive conditioning. Nature’s way of saying stay away from bee hives. Unfortunately, it has made the pleasures of beekeeping balance against the severe results of bee defenses. When the bees die over the winter, the pleasure decreases.
I finished my read through of Missing this morning. Gonna check notes, review my plans and continue the revision process tomorrow. I’ve got several clear ideas. Thicker description. More character development. Stronger climax. Expanded denouement. Strip out certain narrative lines for use in book II and replace them with the expanded material above. The critical piece is this last one because it will allow the story to achieve full coherence and set up the next novels.
