The Spring Equinox and Sunshine at Last, Japanese Garden and La Conner Visits, More Thoughts on Writing and Money

Me with cherry blossoms

The Spring Equinox is Upon Us, and It Brought Sunshine to Seattle at Last

After a mostly cold and stormy March, we were finally given some sun and warmth. Glenn and I took breaks between doctor’s appointments and assignments to find evidence of spring. Not everything is blooming yet, but I have some evidence the Equinox is truly bringing spring.

This week I’ve been working on finishing some paid assignments, updating my resume and work samples, finishing up some unpaid work I’d already agreed to (more on that later) as well as working on taxes. But since (as you could probably tell from my last post) I’d been feeling stressed, grumpy, and generally terrible, Glenn thought it was important to do some spirit-lifting things. So, I got out my camera and photographed the flowers in our neighborhood, and this weekend we took it to excursions to the Seattle Japanese Gardens and La Conner’s daffodil and snow goose fields. I am physically exhausted but feeling a little more cheerful.

Daffodil fields and Mt Baker

Japanese Garden and La Conner Visits

Saturday, we decided to take a quick trip to the Japanese Garden, where we saw eagles, a hummingbird in a waterfall, and blooming rhododendrons, among other things. We stopped by Roq La Rue and got the scoop on upcoming shows and looked at fantastic art books. And then we got stuck in terrible traffic. (Seattle had closed down a bridge and the intersection back to the other highway had a malfunctioning traffic light, so it took us two hours to get home. Sometimes Seattle’s traffic problems make me never want to cross either bridge again, honestly. Who runs this down’s DOT? Evil trolls?) But we did get some wonderful relaxing time before the stressful traffic. And some good pictures.

Hyacinths at Roozengaarde

On St. Patrick’s Day, Glenn worked on refinishing an antique farm table we got last year, and I worked on updating my sadly neglected resume and writing samples, sending out poems, and looking at freelance jobs. A helpful friend gave me good tips on the resume and had some suggestions for other kinds of work I could be doing as well (which I’ll talk about later in the post).

After lunch, we decided to drive up to La Conner to see the daffodil fields and see if we’d see any snow geese (the answer was yes—and we were circled by three bald eagles which we sadly didn’t catch on film). The daffodil fields and hyacinths in particular smelled as lovely as they looked.  It was beautiful, everyone was friendly, and it was actually a faster trip—up and back—than just getting home had taken us yesterday. When we got home, we made Irish stew and watched our traditional St. Patrick’s Day movie, Secret of Kells. And yes, that is a green dress with tiny foxes on it.

More Thoughts on Writers and Money

So, last week’s surprise money crisis helped me clarify my thinking how I’m spending my limited time and energy. (I mean, everyone has limits, but with MS and several other chronic illnesses, I really do have to very stern limits what I say yes to.) I’m going to start to say no to unpaid work more often. Not only that, but when we really do need money (this kind of money crunch may happen again sometime), what can I do that I’m not already doing? I’m seeking out part-time freelance work that I can do from home, whether that’s writing articles or essays or reviews. And the friend I mentioned above asked me if I’d considered doing a small coaching package for new authors who wanted to learn how to do PR for their books, instead of just doing the standard manuscript editing and coaching. Empowering others to learn to do for their small press books to do the basics of PR and marketing themselves, instead of relying on someone else. What do you think, readers? Is there a market for this?

Of course, it also started me thinking about how I can sell more books for my publishers (and for myself) and find paid reading and teaching opportunities. (Once again, if you want to order a book, that would help me out a lot, or just ask your library to order it, or consider writing a short review on Amazon or invite me to speak at your college—all super helpful.) As my actual birthday—and book birthday—approach, I went back and looked at what I’d done for Flare, Corona so far, and what I still need to do.

The reality is most poets do not make a living writing poetry alone. And if we cannot, what else do we do? I do have limitations—being disabled means I couldn’t work some of the jobs I did in the past—but I also have experience, education, things that are valuable and could be valuable to others. I just have to learn to find opportunities that allow me to use my specific skillsets. My mind is fluttering in ways it didn’t have to for most of the pandemic.