There is no Spring in Utah unless you count the first five days of April when the blossoms come out. Of course, by the end of Spring week it’s gotten so hot that the blossoms fall off, the leaves are out, and it’s already summer and hitting 80 degrees. The next day it drops below freezing and snows. Mother Nature can never make up her mind this time of year. It’s either Winter or it’s Summer, but never Spring. Oh well. My ranting will probably get me nowhere with Mother Nature. She probably doesn’t even read my blog.

Some people have decided to take advantage of my pledge to allow rotten fruit to be thrown at me if I don’t meet my goals. Evidently I was unclear on exactly what I have to do in order to avoid becoming the target of projectile pears, etc. If I don’t write the book by the end of July, then you can have your slingshots and your major-league throwing arms ready to cream me with as much rotten fruit as you want. Clear enough?

House cleaning: The scotsman’s gone. Sorry for those who missed him. He’ll be back again soon, when I figure out how to work these silly themes. Remember, I’m supposed to be writing a book, not trying to understand the internet.

Began writing on the book last night. On a mediocre day I can do 800 words an hour. That means that I’ll need at least three hours a day to meet my goal. Wow. I’m committing a big chunk of time for this thing. But a year ago I was spending every spare moment finishing the basement, so I can do that again, this time for the book.