Lost Time
March zipped by with almost no posts, but so much happened I have a back log in my brain! There was the SXSW Interactive conference which always means brilliant people and non stop activity. We also celebrated Andrew’s birthday for 3 weekends in a row, and that ended with another trip, this time to NY. I’ll probably be processing last month for the next two. Good stuff, just a lot to take in.
In March, I also finished the 3rd draft of my novel. Yay! This is the first time I haven’t felt like I’m setting the book aside for a period of percolation, which I think means I’m getting close. Instead of bubbling, it’s slowly rising on the counter while I attempt to zip through freelance assignments. Hopefully it’ll hold up during my read through.
I saw a video today that totally made me tear up. It’s of a pup who survived the tsunami and was reunited with his person. Watch to the end because the rescue is unbelievable:
I love that Japan honors pups and they sent a helicopter out to rescue this one. Hachiko was devoted to his person, and now people are devoted right back.
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