Spring Is Sprung

Spring is sprung

The grass is riz

I wonder where

The fun-time is?

It’s March, anyone else have spring fever? Audra here, and let me tell you, I've got a case of spring fever -- BIG TIME!

Spring fever is kinda hard to realize when northern gales are blowing, sub-zero temps blanket the land and there’s even a snow watch in San Francisco. How weird is this winter?

Well, weird or not, I can’t deny I’m looking forward to longer, warmer days and the smell of rich, freshly turned earth waiting for the seeds of summer to be planted. Usually, I’m not a huge fan of the warmer seasons. Give me a foot of snow on the ground and hot chocolate in a mug, and I’m a way happy camper. But this winter was different. I don’t know if it’s the cold that’s settled in along the Front Range of Colorado or the persistent cloud cover we’ve had, but I’m ready for sunshine, spring breezes and the sweet smells of spring to surround me.



Spring fever.

I sit at my desk at work and find my attention wandering across the room so I can peek out the window at the dormant garden beyond the glass. In the summer, the bushes and plants are groomed by the Master Gardeners to showcase the native plants growing in the area. At home, rabbits are chasing each other around all over our back acreage…you know what THAT means, LOL! In the evenings, I walk the dog for exercise (both of us need it) through the neighborhood down the street and see hints of green in flower beds where spring bulbs are beginning to push through the mulch and dirt.



All of these signs hold the promise of warmer days to come. But at the moment??



It’s distracting as all get out.



How in the world am I supposed to get any writing work done when all I want to do sit out on the deck and drink a diet Pepsi?? I have revisions to finish, contest entries to judge and research for my next proposal to snoop out. I even have decadence supreme at my disposal in the form of a desk top computer, a laptop, and a netbook – all available with all my book materials on all of them so I can grab the computer of choice and go with the muse when she hits me.

Lately, my muse is the prime culprit in my focus demise. If SHE wants to read a book at the patio table, who am I to argue? Computers? Ms. Muse deceitfully whispers it’s time to check email or justifies the time to finish my latest Mahjong game.



Thankfully, I have been able to concentrate long enough to finish our tax prep and take care of the applications needed to support college kids and their hunt for ever elusive scholarships and financial aid.



I’ll tell you though, those were some painful hours spent trying to find receipts and bank statements.



What does all this have to do with writing, you ask? Lots.

What writer hasn’t been distracted by seasons, events and holidays? Christmas may be a big distraction when deadlines loom, but I’m talking about not being able to string two coherent sentences together in my revisions, reading and rereading contest entries for content and, really, is it that hard to find appropriate keywords so Google will lead me to the information on bull riders I’m looking for?? Frankly, I’m rather worthless right now and hoping confession is not only good for the soul, but concentration cleansing too.



I don’t fight it. I do take longer walks, daydream a bit more, and long for the pile of chores scattered across my desk to just take care of itself. Yes, I indulge in the promise of spring, but GUILT keeps me from getting too carried away.



And HOPE holds the carrot of fun and relaxation AFTER I finish all my chores.



Funny how your mother’s voice never seems to fade away : )

Anyone else having this problem??



Spring fever. What does it mean to you?



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