Right now is peak iris season. As usual, I went to Indianapolis to visit my sister and peruse her iris. We wonder the fields surrounding her house and admire the iris and try to make sure they all have identification tags. We look for ones we haven’t bloom in a long time. They are like old friends and we try to spread them around. I have a great many myself. I picked out about a dozen at her house to add to mine. Iris are my favorite flower in part because they come in more different colors than any other flower.
Do you feel irises are a distraction for me? You would be right. But I’ve been growing them my whole life. I have too many hobbies. I’m member of HIPS, the historical iris preservation society, so iris also appeal to my love of history. They will eventually work their way into my writing. I already have ideas for making them an important player in future books.
For now, I need to get back to the Lincoln mystery. I was working on it the other day. I’m still on Chapter Twelve. I need to be much more disciplined. My problem is life. I work fulltime and have so many other responsibilities. I own a home and live alone, so that means the buck stops with me. But I have a lot of books I want to write, so I need to find a way to be more productive. I am typing on my little portable computer. I was able to take it to my sister’s house.
I have some continuing education I need to do and then I can write. Yay, me. And when you’re finished with that, Cinderalla, you can go to the ball. See you in a few days.