WHERE DOES THE TIME GO?

An absolutely marvelous day! We've employed a sitter for the children for the very first time and I feel like a new woman. Though the sun has the whole city illuminated and the sweetness of the air has Spring fixed in my mind; though the Springhill catalogue sits on my table begging me to order those fire orange tiger lillies that I absolutely crave in the summer, today I *KNOW* I must write. And so, with Sonny tucked in his bed, tailed curled like a hose and the house perfectly still (not even a ring of the telephone!!) I move into partial editing of what I started on Chapter Nine the other day and light reading of Before The Mayflower by Lerone Bennett, Jr. to be sure that I've got a sense of black life in the late 1930's and early 40's. No word count to give. I'll have to gauge that by week's end once I've made the edits. Oh, and yesterday I did actually get down two pages of a new short story that's been brewing about a woman who abandons sensibility in search (or rather, pursuit) of her dreams. In Spanish, she is La Loba, the Wolf Woman or La Mujer Grande, The Great Woman or even La Huesera; in Navajo, she is Na'ashje'ii Asdzaa The Spider Woman; in Japanese, she is Amaterasu Omikami, The Numina, who brings all light, all consciousness. But for me, she is just Wild Woman and she lives in us all.

Recommended reading: Women Who Run With the Wolves, Clarissa Pinkola Estes, PhD

Angel
(Who is really jiggy right now)