"All the world seems in tune on a spring afternoon as we're poisoning pigeons in the park..." --Tom Lehrer, Poisoning Pigeons in the Park
"Spring time is on my mind! Flowers bloomin' all the time! Smell the roses, smell the grass! Old Man Winter can kiss my a$$!" --Spinal Tap, Springtime
"Goodbye my friend its hard to die, with all the birds singing in the sky, now that spring is in the air..." --Terry Jacks, Seasons in the Sun
"And now every April I sit on my porch/ And I watch the parade pass before me/ And I watch my old comrades, how proudly they march/ Reliving old dreams of past glory." --Eric Bogle, And the Band Played Waltzing Matilda (In order to keep with the spring theme, I had to leave out the more powerful line where the young soldier loses his legs during the First World War)
Ah, spring. Not just a pleasant time of year for me. As a public school teacher in real life, I get two blessed months off (no, not three, what with meetings and the breaking down and putting together of the classroom). And, thanks to writing, I can guiltlessly not sign up to teach summer school.
I am blessed. Not only do I get unlimited time with my wife, daughter, and unmanageable yard, but I can write! I need little sleep, so I have unnumbered hours in which to create my next book. And if I can't make something for the ages, well, it's my own damn fault.
After all, in this economy, only the creme de la creme can hope to be published, be it a book:
Or a televisions script:
If I fail, I have no one to blame but myself (though rest assured, I will blame someone else). Watch this space. I've got a great idea for a book. You see there's this girl, and she realizes her boyfriend is actually a vampire! Damn, this is going to be like printing money...