...so, the lunar new year started a couple of weeks ago. I ate fish until it was coming out of my ears, gorged on nian gao, sniffed (and hastily threw away) both a turnip and a taro cake, and still have a bowl full of clementines.
Maybe my heart wasn't in the right place, or I was going about it wrong or something, but I was kind of hoping for some good luck. In the last few weeks, my dryer broke down, I suffered through the plain flu, stomach flu, a head cold, and some random truck throwing a piece of gravel into my windshield.
And now I'm broke, which in a lot of ways is the cherry on my cake. I ate fish, damnit. I want a healthy, happy, prosperous New Year.
On the plus side, it's beautiful outside. The sky is blue, the flowering cherry trees are in full bloom, and the air smells like spring. I'm not a fan of Seattle, but I can appreciate it's a gorgeous place to live. And it's got frogs. Frogs are a good thing.
In another few weeks, it'll be April and I'm doing another workshop, this time at savvyauthors, spreading the gospel of organic writing.