New Beginnings and Old Hash

Wow. I have a couple of new ideas buzzing around in my head. One is about my grandfather and is based on a two recent encounters: one with a sermon I heard on contentment, the other with a short story I've been writing teacher notes for at my day job. (The story is "Neighbour Rosicky" by Willa Cather.) My Grandfather Hamilton really was such a kind, low-key, gentle man. I'm sure I never heard a cross word from him. He lived to be two weeks shy of 96. I've heard my mom tell the story of how he once handled a neighborhood dispute with dignity and grace yet determination. My second idea is about frogs--maybe two frogs who are in business together. I really can't say more about that here, but I'm chuckling to myself just thinking about it.

The old hash is the gut feeling that I don't want to give up on October Bell quite yet. I'm going to revisit it with an eye toward fixing several issues brought up by my editor and then resubmitting it somewhere new.

Now if I could just decide what to do first!