This morning I found a big fat chrysalis hanging from a birch branch on the big birch tree out front. I suspect it is for some type of Swallowtail butterfly, as we get a lot of those down here where they are the state insect.
A very fitting find as I am about to turn my caterpillar of a middle reader manuscript inside out and transform the interior afterthoughts that run throughout into actual chronological action-packed scenes. This weekend, while I am away.
This will be my first Mother's Day without my kids making me breakfast in bed and so forth. That in and of itself, is transformative for me.
And I will be largely locked up in my hotel room making the edits. Kind of like a chrysalis, too, don't you think?