tuesday update – Jenny Wren

Tuesday Update – Writer vs. Sunshine

The woods behind our home are carpeted in Pacific bleeding hearts. It’s much lovelier in person!

These non-stop blue skies are going to ruin the northwest girl. My expectations are being compromised. This may be the first spring that I am longing for rain instead of my usual longing for sunshine!

It is hard to do things indoors when the weather is so fine. Fortunately, there is a lot of work to do outside, too.

Writing Updates:

I have been sinking deeper into a big writing project. That’s right, The Ragman. Blue, Indigo, and the Ragman himself are becoming most insistent about their story being told. Thus, I must oblige!

What does this mean? My short story output and submissions have nearly come to a full halt. I’m even having a bit of trouble focusing on my regular nonfiction essays. Having trouble, but still managing to soldier on a bit!

If you need something to read, I put out an argument against clock-watching, with the help of the neighborhood dads (the jovial cock-robins). You can read Living Life On Robin Time, free of charge, on Medium.

The newsletter has been a tough nut to crack, but I still have this feeling in my bones that it is time to write one. You can read, once again free of charge, about my struggles with the newsletter, Substack, and (un)social media expectations. Read it here: I Don’t Know What I’m Doing On Substack, and I’m Cool With That.

Reading Updates:

Much of my reading is still taken up with that required for class. In that vein, I read an assortment of Phillis Wheatley-Peters’ poems, Sir Gawain and the Green Knight, and part of the Decameron.

For pure entertainment, I finished Tress by Brandon Sanderson. This was my intro to Sanderson’s writing, and I must say I will be back for more! I loved the style, particularly of the narrator. It reminded me of the non-Xanth works of Piers Anthony, as well as the Princess Bride, but it was still a perfectly unique work that didn’t feel like it was aspiring to be anything but itself.

Survive & Thrive:

Mowse the kei truck is still in the shop. No word back yet on whether he can be repaired. Fingers crossed, because I would love to begin acting upon the idea I mentioned in last week’s update.

As for surviving and thriving around here, we are doing our best. We spent the weekend building a sunshade for our deck. The goal was to spend no money, and we achieved it! We built it from old lumber (we always stop to pick up lumber, whether it is from a free pile on the curb or lumber that has dropped off along the roadside from a poorly secured load). We did need one piece that we didn’t have, but a neighbor came through for us with just what we needed! I will spend the morning today painting the sunshade frame with leftover paint from past projects.

It’s also the week to put in the garden, so I will be busy between writing, school, and other tasks. Growing your own food, free of the industrial system, is a radical and revolutionary act, so I will find a way to get to it all!

Go forth in hope, my friends,

Tuesday Update: Mobile Creative Third Space Dreams

(Not Mowse, but similar) Photo by Julia Volk on Pexels.com

We had our first unbroken week of fine spring weather here in the perpetually damp Northwest. For those not privy to the PNW mindset, lots of sunlight makes us a bit crazy. We know that it will never last, so we run outside to soak up as much of it as possible.

Here on the little homestead, this meant lots of weeding and outdoor projects. We managed to sand down and repaint our entire deck, as well. This, of course, meant we had to host a bonfire and cookout. We also attended a bonfire that friends hosted.

Why yes, I do smell perpetually like a campfire. Why do you ask?

It also means that I am behind on my usual writing output. Life is lived, and sometimes the living of it leaves little time for writing about it!

Writing Updates:

Some work was put in on the novel project (working title “Ragman”). I’m still playing around with characters and plot, so most of this work went towards character development, but I also wrote a few sample scenes so that I could start to get a better feel for how all the pieces will work together.

I’ve outlined and begun a few essays, which will be hitting Medium and Substack next week.

Reading Updates:

Spending time working outside also means I slowed down on reading a bit this week.

I am still working my way through “Tress” and “The Future Is Degrowth.”

I also finished “The Way Home” by Mark Boyle. I reread this book every six months or so. It’s a comfort tool at this point. It is also an inspiration, because although I don’t want to live exactly like Mark, I do wish to emulate many of his choices in my own ways. This is Mark’s last public work, which he wrote in a note with a pencil after he decided to follow a life without wasteful modern tech. He contrasts his journey against the Blasket Islanders, a group of people in Ireland that lived cut off from the modern world in many ways until they were forced to evacuate their homes in the 1950s. I consider this book one of the great inspirational works in my life, so of course I recommend it!

Survive & Thrive:

It’s hard not to thrive when the sun is dealing out photons like candy. Vitamin D is my favorite drug!

My thoughts have turned towards finding more ways to cope within the confines of a capitalistic system that doesn’t value, well, anything of true worth. Unfortunately, the system is set up in such a way that fully eschewing it and remaining part of community is difficult. So, I constantly seek ways to live between the lines of capitalism and to thrive within its margins.

I’m playing with a brainstorm right now. I have a little Japanese Kei truck named Mowse. This used to be my work truck when I was gardening, but the economy and my failing rotator cuff is only going to allow me to work for a couple of regular clients going forward.

What to do with Mowse?

I’m still noodling, but here is my idea. What if Mowse stands for Mobile Outreach Wonder SpacE? And, what if this mobile space showed up at local parks or other public areas, similar to an ice cream truck. But, instead of ice cream, what if this space set up an arts and crafts table, where kids and adults could come and create something beautiful and happy, together? What if this space was actually a mobile third space, free of charge, for people to gather and create an impromptu (and, even, perhaps, a lasting) community?

Yes? Yes!

We’ll make books from recycled items, share poetry, have music jams, create art from what is available, read stories to young and the young at heart, and teach the kids and the kids at heart new ways to make, well, anything!

Maybe we’ll add some display racks to the back of Mowse. Sell some art and writing, but not really sell. Suggested price, sure, but I imagine a “pay what you can” model, especially since most of our creations in this household take time but very little money since we scavenge nearly everything we have. I’m not aiming to make money, so much as making sure we can continue to provide art and words and craft and community to everyone!

Things are hard out there. We gotta make it better.

As always, go forth in hope!

Tuesday Update – Spring Is Springing

Photo by Nataliya Vaitkevich on Pexels.com

Folks, it happened. Spring arrived in a torrent of sunshine and 70 degree days. The green haze that was buzzing around the trees suddenly erupted into actual leaves. Flowers are blooming, weeds are invading the garden beds, and the insects are back.

A mating pair of ravens has moved into one of the sequoias. I can see the tree from my desk, and all day, every day, two ravens take turns sitting and hunting. Whether there are chicks yet or just eggs, I do not know. I do know that both of them took a break from the nest yesterday to catch the air currents above their tree. I watched them swirling higher and higher, in a perfectly choreographed dance, before they lazily floated back down to only start the climb over again.

Ah, to be a raven on a perfect spring afternoon!

Writing updates:

I wrote 12,482 words last week. These consisted of:

“The Daily Ramble”: 4,128 words.

This is what I call my daily free writing practice, which is where the seeds of many of my story ideas first take root. Normally, the ramble’s word count is a bit higher, but I took a couple of days off because I could.

Medium: 1153 words. “Hope Is Collaborative.” Go ahead, you know you want to read it. There’s no paywall!

Cunning Creatures: 1050 words. “Can Creatives Change the Systems That Destroy Us?” This weekly newsletter is free, so please subscribe!

The balance was written on various other projects, primarily fiction. I didn’t make any submissions this week nor did I hear back from any submissions I have out. It’s like that sometimes!

Reading Notes:

I finished the second book in Becky Chambers’ Monk and Robot duology, “A Prayer for the Crown Shy.” These books encompass a vision of the future that I desperately hope we have a chance of realizing. Sure, it’s fiction written about a fictional civilization on a fictional moon, but it is still a vision of hope for me!

I am currently reading:

“Tress of the Emerald Sea” by Brandon Sanderson. This is my first introduction to Sanderson’s writing, and I am enjoying it. I’m about five chapters in, and I expect this to be a quick read because it has a nice pacing to it.

“The Future Is Degrowth” by Schmelzer, Vetter, and Vansintjan. I am reading this for a book club, but I am also deeply invested in what the authors are presenting. I hope to share many, many thoughts on this in the coming weeks. Right now, I am only one chapter in.

Survive & Thrive:

Spring makes me think of food, mainly growing and foraging it. I don’t believe that artists should be starving, and I feel that securing good food for ourselves should be part of our individual creative manifestos.

This week, Mozy and I built four raised garden beds. I scavenged these beds from a local Buy Nothing group. They are the nice deck-style beds that have legs and a shelf beneath them. The gentleman who was giving them away also gave me a can of cedar garden bed oil.

So Mozy and I carefully cleaned, sanded, and re-oiled each board before reassembling the beds on Friday. Our neighbor/landlord offered us a bunch of garden soil he had in his shed, which he is cleaning out, so between that and the compost pile I set up last year, we won’t need soil. We shall have a free garden on the deck, which is protected from the deer.

This means free food. We also take care of the neighbor’s orchard and can pick all the fruit we want. Our yard features a blackberry hedge, and I helped someone divide their raspberries last year in exchange for the excess canes, so we have those to look forward to, as well. There are also blueberries, artichokes, and strawberries that we put in last year, from plants scavenged from a big box store’s composter. I won’t even get into all the herbs I have in pots and growing in the ground.

Last fall, I stuck a few garlic cloves into the ground. Soon I will be harvesting the scapes for stir-fry, then after that I can harvest the bulbs. I noticed nettles poking up in the wet area of the property, which means it’s time to harvest a bunch for soup, pesto, and tea. Bigleaf maple blossoms are also popping, and we use these to make lovely little pancake-like fritters.

I could spend this time on social media, but it is better used outside growing and finding food. Social media doesn’t inspire my creativity, but digging into the dirt and watching a leaf slowly unfurl does. Plus, it ensures we can survive and thrive on our pauper’s budget.

Go forth in hope, Friends!

Tuesday Update – Stepping Over a Wall

We aren’t stuck. We are waiting for beauty to grow. Photo by The Daphne Lens on Pexels.com

Sometimes we hit a wall. Fortunately, walls come in all sorts. Most start out small – a retaining wall that you may be tempted to step over, or a rickety wooden wall you can kick down. The problem is, you keep stepping and kicking and eventually that wall is going to get taller and stronger. Next thing you know you are banging your head against a concrete monstrosity with its top lost in the clouds.

Don’t turn small walls into big walls. Sit down on the retaining wall, lean against that wooden fence. Find a way to take a small break, and the wall will crumble on its own.

That’s where I ended up last week, with a low wall to stumble over. I expected it – I just started a new schedule, after all. So I sat down. I let a few things slide off my plate. Some I let go of entirely, others I postponed. It’s a new week. I’m refreshed. That wall? It was just a few rocks, after a rest they scattered on their own and I’m able to go on again.

Writing Updates:

I submitted a grand total of nothing last week, because I had to respect the wall and rest.

I didn’t hear back on any of the subs I have out, but glancing at my spreadsheet I can see that I probably won’t hear anything back for at least a week or two. That’s cool. Writing is a waiting game and there is little room for the impatient.

Two new non-fiction pieces hit:

Blooming Late Doesn’t Mean It’s Never Too Late.

~ and ~

Death Is the Deadline

Let me know what you think!

Reading Notes:

I’m working through a couple of books right now, but I only finished one:

“1000 Words” by Jami Attenberg Another great book on writing. This began as a project on Attenberg’s Craft Talk newsletter over on Substack (a great newsletter, I recommend subscribing). The book consists of essays, by Attenberg and a collection of other writers, that focus on the act of sitting down and getting the writing done. Not every essay hit home with me, but enough did that I would definitely recommend this.

Survive & Thrive:

I know, surviving, let alone thriving, feels problematic in the world we are living in right now. We are in a situation where the cost of housing takes over two-thirds of our income, and we have a killer deal that is well below the low-end average rental costs in our county.

Spring makes it easier, though. So do other people. There’s been an explosion this year of people throwing together simple, free events for themselves and strangers. Nothing crazy, nothing high energy. Things I’ve noticed that I haven’t seen since well before the pandemic:

Stranger picnics – calls to anyone and everyone to come down to a park for pickup games of horseshoes, frisbee, basketball, etc. Bring your own picnic, along with something to share if you like.
Silent <fill in the blank>. There have been silent discos where you come and dance in a public place with a bunch of other people that are listening to whatever is on their headphones. Another common one is the silent book club, where you simply show up somewhere and read whatever you want with other people. In both cases, you can stick around afterward to mingle and talk. What a wonderful way to foster community without the need for economic investment.
Group walks, group rides, group runs – that aren’t part of some charity or corporate event that requires registration fees or other costs. Just show up and participate.
Community sharers. I wasn’t sure what to call this. Generally, it’s people sharing their joy without trying to monetize it. There’s a guy that blows huge bubbles on the beach, and he invites young and old alike to try it out with his home built bubble wants. There’s a group of space enthusiasts (my son is one of them) who drag their telescopes to public places and invite all to look through the eye piece. Impromptu gatherings spring up around these people. Friends are made. Money never changes hands.

We are people, and we are also creatives. We need community to survive and to thrive. The corporatocracy has tried to convince us that there is no community without an entrance fee. They are wrong. Third places still exist, we just have to make them ourselves. We’ve spent too long depending on businesses to give us our third places, then complaining when we can’t afford it.

Make your own third space, or become a part of a third space someone else is building. All you need are flyers, or a social media post, or a community thread on something like Reddit.

Thrive. It will help you survive.

Go forth in hope, Friends!

Tuesday Update – Another Trip Around the Sun

I’ve made another full revolution around the sun! Last Friday, I celebrated my birthday by simply turning another year older. There were also some meals with loved ones, gifts, a bit of beer, and perhaps a few more fun things. These, obviously, were unimportant compared to the arrival of an AARP envelope welcoming me into “being damned old enough to belong to the American Association of Retired Persons.”

HAH! Joke’s on them, I’m a writer and an American citizen, so I will never be able to retire!

Oh. Ugh….

Ah, well, onward and upward! At least the skies have been blue, and temperatures have left the arctic zone (for me, that means it is 60 F outside instead of 45 F). Shorts and beer garden weather, which is why it is my favorite time of year.

Writing Updates

I don’t want to say it was an unproductive week, although looking at my spreadsheet, it appears less productive than past weeks. I have a good reason for that, though.

I’ve mentioned before that I do a timed writing prompt every morning as a warm-up exercise. Well, over the course of several days, my prompt writing began to link together. Not a huge thing, this happens, and often, I get a full-length short story out of the prompt writing.

This was a bit different. I’ve put a novel idea, which I call Ragman, on the back burner to cook a bit until summer break, when I expect to have time to give it the attention it deserves.

Apparently, Ragman is not very patient, though. Three mornings in a row, Ragman kept creeping into my morning warmup with new characters and directions. Things I hadn’t even had on my radar. Does this mean I need to start focusing on Ragman now, while still in the thick of the university season?

Perhaps. Perhaps…

That is not to say I was completely not hitting my goals! I finished revising “Dendrolatry” and have sent it out into the world. Two submissions this week, but planning a few more over the coming weeks as submission windows open at a few places.

I received a rejection for “From Little Mice.” It was a nice rejection, not rude at all, from the journal Hearth Stories. I also received a rejection from Jeopardy for the flash story “Myths of Each Other.” Also, a nice rejection, but I also know the editor personally, so perhaps they felt they had to be nice. I jest! Plus, I have two more stories submitted to that publication (with different editors, though), so they may still accept something.

Published this week is “Is It Capitalism, or the New Feudalism?” over on Medium. (Free read friend link below, share it wide and far!) It’s an exploration of how we can create room for creating and creative thought in the system where we currently find ourselves.

Reading Notes

I finished Psalm for the Wild Built by Becky Chambers and have moved on to the second book, Prayer for the Crown Shy. I went into these books knowing I would love them. I love every single thing that Chambers writes, from now until forever. I love how she plays with the idea of gender and speciesism and nonbinary/nondualistic love.

What I didn’t expect was how much I was going to specifically love these two books. They are library books, soon they will be my books because I placed them on order at my local independent bookstore (you know I am not ordering them from some online retailer). I see myself carrying these books in my bag, just so I can read a passage or chapter whenever I am sad, confused, or need some inspiration.

These books are that good. Go read them.

I also finished Laura Goode’s Pitch Craft. Another excellent book, for different reasons, obviously. Goode does an excellent job breaking down the state of the writing and publishing world as it is right now. Most of the craft books I find on the publishing industry are woefully out of date or have put all of the eggs into the self-publishing basket. Pitch Craft is both up to date and it is an engaging read. I rarely read books like this cover to cover, but I did this one. It’s another one that I am adding to my reference) bookshelf.

The sun is still shining. If you are familiar with the PNW in April, you are also aware that this may change at any moment, and it will once again be cold and rainy. Thus, I am going to find a beer garden to sit in so I can soak up the sun, people-watch, and get back to the business of writing.

As always, go forth in hope, Friends!

Tuesday Update – Submissions, Personal Myths, and Routine Adjustments

Currently I am sitting at a desk on the 5th floor of Wilson Library. The sky is blue — FINALLY! — and the sun is making the ripples on the bay sparkle and gleam.

It’s a beautiful March day. It is also a day that I am in flux.

Like most humanesque creatures, I take comfort in my silly habits and routines. I can be quite curmudgeonly about them, and breaking them against my will can lead to a toddler-level tantrum (at least internally…).

So why do I persist in changing my routines every three months? For those in the know, it is because I decided to return to university at the ripe young age of 49. So every three months my schedule changes and I must adapt.

It’s gotten easier, fortunately. I take the down time between quarters to formulate a new routine and then I implement it in baby steps during the two weeks off. But then, I decide to try something new. This quarter the new thing is to schedule all of my classes on two days, Tuesday and Thursday. That gives me five days of freedom to work on my writing, earn a bit of the devil’s kale (not marijuana, but money), and to enjoy my life a bit.

It also means that on two days each week I leave my house at 8:30 am, walk a mile to the bus stop, go to classes all day, then get back to the bus stop at 6:30 … where I then walk the mile home.

Wish me luck in surviving this experiment!

Project Updates:

I completed, and properly formatted, a couple of microfiction pieces. They are each around 550 words and complete stories in themselves, although both could also be expanded if I ever feel the urge.

The first is “Dog Bowl Eulogy,” which has nothing to do with bowls and the dogs only make a guest appearance, as in the main character Shirley is terrified she is going to be eaten by dogs.

The second is “Minstrel Cramps,” which as the name implies was much fun to write and will hopefully be more fun to read!

Both will begin their submission odysseys later this week. I’ll update as the rejections, ahem, I mean acceptances begin pouring in!

A bit of noodling on the “Ragman” project, but that’s it. I won’t be working on it in earnest until summer break.

I’ve also began editing and revising a longer short story, with the working-but-probably-final title of “Dendrolatry,” which simply means Tree Idolatry or Tree Worship. It’s at about 5,000 words right now, pre-revision, and I expect it is more likely to pack on a couple thousand more by the time I am done with it.

The interesting thing about this story is that it began with a prompt writing exercise. My initial prompt was simply “What if the trees had eyes?” I wrote about 1,000 words on that little prompt, and I had more words but no more time so I ended it with a new prompt for the following day.

That prompt was “what are the trees looking at?” Still, more words at the end of the exercise, so I followed it up with another prompt on day 3. “Why are the trees looking at me?”

I continued in this vein for several days before I finally reached an ending of sorts. Quite lovely of an ending, really! Some parts I rushed through, which is why I know I will be adding more words.

Now, what have I published this week? Not much. Nothing, actually. I did send out 5 submissions yesterday, but I didn’t hear anything back other than a few emails stating my submission was received.

I also published a new essay over on Medium, free-read Friend link below:

Are the Myths You Tell Yourself Hurting You?

Reading Notes:

I haven’t finished a book this week, so I will simply share what I am reading right now:

Pitchcraft by Laura Goode — lots of good information, so far! I’ll give a more detailed review once I finish it.

Psalm for the Wild Built by Becky Chambers. I’m about halfway through this short book. I love everything Chambers has ever written, and so far I love this one, too. Chambers is the best hopecore, solar punk sci-fi writer on the planet, I swear!

Moments in Living:

Life has been pleasantly chill this past week. Wonderfully chill, even. I met with friends nearly everyday last week to make up for the fact that I dropped off the planet during winter quarter. We didn’t do any hiking or geocaching, which are the usual weekend activities, and instead stuck close to home where we read, played games, and simply relaxed.

Oh, and we enjoyed the sunshine on Monday with a pint at our favorite beer garden. Good times!

Nothing exciting, but sometimes that is the best way.

Until next time,

Jenny Wren Harrington

Tuesday Update – Drabbles, Publishing Opportunities, and Amazing Books

Accountability, my friends, is something we could all use a bit more of. I tend to beat myself up over wasted time. I blame the capitalist construct that has trained me to see my worth in terms of production, but I must also admit that the idea that production = worth is founded in certain laws of living. A productive cougar eats well and has time to laze about on a sunny rock, and we are not exempt from this rule.

A productive writer and creative should also eat well and have time to laze on the sunny rock, too. I’m trying to find that balance for myself. Thus, this weekly update, which might become a thing. If you need some accountability in your creative life, let’s connect. Either link me to your weekly accountability thread somewhere or simply do it in the comments here.

We gotta help each other in this wonderful, terrible, wacky world!

Project updates:

My 100-word Drabble was the winner of the Hiraeth Publishing Drabble contest! I’ll share a link to it once it is published in the upcoming month.

Haven’t heard of Hiraeth? Check them out! If you like speculative fiction and would like a free monthly ebook, consider signing up for their newsletter, too.

I’m in the thick of a couple of projects right now. One is a novel project, working title Ragman. It’s in the baby stages — brainstorming and research — so don’t expect much on this right now. I hope to dedicate the summer to writing an awful first draft. I’m not being negative; first drafts tend to be awful even when they are sort of good. You can’t get to a good draft until you get the awful stuff out of your head, anyway. I need something to work with, after all!

For the next few months and probably longer, my main focus is on short pieces. Primarily flash fiction under 1,000 words and a couple of longer short stories. I sent four finished stories out into the ether on Saturday, so hopefully they find a home with a literary journal. My goal is to send out at least two subs a week or eight a month. It’s easy for me to procrastinate because sending in submissions is the most tedious part of writing, in my opinion.

The Fairy Tale Review opens for submissions on April 1st and remains open until June 15th for anyone interested. I have two stories I plan to submit, each about 10 pages long. They accept a single prose submission of up to 30 manuscript pages, but the submission can be a single long piece, a single excerpt, or multiple shorter stories. With a long submission window, I think I will hold off on submitting the two tales in case I write another that fits the journal before June. I have so many fairy tale and fable ideas bouncing in my head. Plus, I have submitted these stories to a few other journals, so this gives me time to hear back on them. (Don’t worry, they all accept simultaneous subs.)

Finally, there is Medium, where I write nonfiction under the name “Jenny Wren.” I’m on a mission to publish one new essay there a week. If you haven’t visited me on Medium, my focus is on inspiration and survival for creatives and other wandering folks during these days of late-stage capitalism. It sounds heavier than it is! Here are a couple of links to read my latest two essays for free:

Stop Mistaking Progress for Innovation

Drabble Your Way to Inspiration

Reading notes:

So much reading this week! It was rainy and gloomy, par for the course in the lovely PNW at this time of year. That means it was excellent reading weather. I finished two books this week.

Wandering Star by Tommy Orange

This is Orange’s second book, and I loved it just as much as his first one. Wandering Star picks up where his first book, There There, ends. Although much of the book broke my heart… no, scratch that. Much of the book tore out my heart and ground it into the dirt, then shoved it back into me, still beating and bruised, yet I loved every minute of it. Yes, even when I was shaking with anger or when tears were coursing down my face at the injustice of the world and the injustice of us. I highly recommend both books. Like, go put them on hold at the library right now. I’ll wait.

Writing Down the Bones by Natalie Goldberg

An oldie but a goodie on the writing craft. It’s been on my bookshelf forever, but I have never read the whole thing. I think I originally got it as a gift. One gloomy morning, I wasn’t in the mood for fiction, and I was caught up on the current New Yorker, so I grabbed it off my shelf. I tore through it in five days. It blew my mind, reassembled it, and inspired me in ways I am still trying to parse. Proof that some books are considered classics on the craft for very good reasons!

Interestingly enough, I was perusing the free books in the library basement the day after I finished Goldberg’s book, and there were copies of two of her other writing books up for grabs. You can bet I snagged them for my collection!

Moments in living:

We are plodding towards spring in fits and starts. It’s an odd sort of PNW spring. We had late spring sunshine and temperatures at the beginning of February, so everything started budding out. Then March came in wet and cold with a return of winter. We usually get one or two light snowfalls in February, but all we ended up with were a few flurries in March. We are still wet and cool, but finally some sunshine days have snuck in, and the temperatures are trending upward.

Weird how even on a blog we default to talking about the weather instead of ourselves…

The quarter is over. I have one more week before I head back to campus for the spring term. I’m reducing my campus schedule to just twice a week – Tuesdays and Thursdays – to free up some time for writing and other pursuits.

One of those pursuits is the violin! That’s right, I began violin lessons. Next week I will learn to rosin and use the bow on the strings. Remember, kids, we’re never too old to learn something new. At least, I hope not.

Until next time,

Jenny Wren Harrington