I have spring fever. I don’t want to DO ANYTHING but relax in the sun with Patricia Highsmith novels. Which would be fine, were it not for the fact that I have a lengthy to-do list involving writing, writing career, household, vacation planning, spring cleaning, etc.

The building where I rent an office has been so quiet lately. I’m the only one on my floor most of the time and it’s kind of lonely. Maybe I need a change of venue, but I know I can’t beat the price of my rent or my location and moving is such a pain, so never mind that.

I wish I were better at focusing on Next Project during ARC season. I feel kind of unsettled all the time.

I’ve been homesick for San Francisco a lot more frequently lately than I used to be. Visiting doesn’t scratch that itch. I’m homesick for living there, seeing all the different skin colors, hearing the different accents (and I don’t mean the Layton accent vs. the West Jordan accent), being the first one to Trader Joe’s when it opens on a Saturday, smelling the ocean, Mission style burritos, being in the same state as my family. It would be so hard to leave Salt Lake, though. When we first decided to move here, I remember telling my husband, “My worst fear is that we’ll end up loving Salt Lake and then there will always be one place we love but can’t be.”

That covers today’s random musings.

Oh, in honor of my blog post title, here is the related Cure video (embedding disabled). At the Rochester Teen Book Fest, an old Cure song came on the PA during the signing and kids were rocking out. It makes me happy that teens know about old Cure songs, and can sing along.