After a quick caprese sandwich at Alicia’s, four of us jetted to Huntington Library in San Marino. I found a bench in the midst of blooming camellias to plan my February writing and began revising another draft of the third Abishag mystery, Riddle in Bones.
While a squirrel hunted for nuts around me, I sketched out a daily timetable–six days each week–including healthy eating, exercise, and tasks to neaten my work area. My goal is to have a final draft of Riddle in Bones by the end of February…and be a tad healthier too.
In the distance, between the Boone and Steele galleries, singers and dancers celebrated the Chinese New Year with music, stories, and streamers. Red-orange paper lanterns hung in trees throughout the campus. After revising four chapters of Riddle in Bones, I headed for the Chinese garden. From Huntington’s website, I read: A Chinese garden is often compared to a work of art: It is like a scroll painting composed of carefully arranged scenes. As you stroll through the pathways and pavilions of Liu Fang Yuan, new vistas are revealed as if a scroll were being slowly unrolled.
Thankful to find the tea house nearly deserted, I ordered my iced silver dragon jasmine tea (needed something cool–nearly 80F today in San Marino) and a flaky black bean cake. I added notes to my February plan before my friends joined me, enjoying my own celebration of the New Year at the edge of a pavilion, in the shadow of a standing stone.
Second Abishag mystery update: I’m in the final stages of formatting Indelible Beats and finessing its book description. I’m aiming for it to be released on Amazon this week but oh the power of distraction and unforeseen events to disrupt our plans.
Yet hope is a divining rod in a parched land. When I look to the horizon, I see a scroll slowly unrolling.
Happy New Year!