Life is what you make it--or so they say. And fortunately, those of that ever-mysterious "they" are right.
Yesterday was grim and gloomy here in Southeast Idaho--not unusual for this high desert area. I don't remember accomplishing much. Today we had sunshine in the morning, and although the afternoon brought an amazing mix of hail, rain and sleet, just that touch at the beginning had my reflecting to myself, "This is a good day." It just was. And the turn in the weather hasn't changed that feeling. Unexpectedly, for example, I found myself diving into more editing of this website I've so brazenly taken on by my lonesome. I even created two new captions for Pursy, that valiant little bundle of feathers on his perilous quest. So after all these years, the little guy begins to re-emerge from the dusty recesses of my mind. Hard to believe, really--I guess we never know what to expect from ourselves until we've given us half a chance.
I've recently begun "Twitter" activity to the extent that I've trundled around that cyberopolis and clicked "follow" on I don't know how many children's authors. So maybe I'm networking a little--should I stoop to use the word? I guess I will. Even spent some time on Facebook yesterday and today, after years of badmouthing it.
As for my own ongoing journey, I now find in looking back--and imagining ahead--that it's probably just as interesting and perilous a story as little Pursy Duckett's. Up with Pursy--and with his march-forward mallardlet attitude. And may I learn a thing or two from him as I create his trek.