Perhaps lilacs are a little premature but crocuses are blooming under my smoke tree.
Sorry I've been absent. My doctor has been trying various combinations of pain pills and relaxants to unknot my pinched nerves. As a result, I alternate between vacancy and mild agony and possess the mental depth and capacity of a bug.
Another thing that leaves me stunned is the discovery that in spite of all the valuable information/advice available on the net one still sees in excerpts put up for critique the infamous mirror scene wherein our lovely young heroine catalogues her hair and eyes, nose and mouth. Extensively and in detail. Sometimes including ears, brows, chin and throat.
Mind you, I'm prejudiced against this method of character description since I seldom examine my own face in a mirror -- except to anxiously examine my wrinkles, to wonder if my eyebrows need plucking, or if my mascara has run. (In fact, I usually reel back in horror at the ravaged remnants of a once fatal beauty. Especially pre-makeup, in the morning.)I think people examine their reflections for something specific and seldom indulge in general admiration.
So, besides the tiresome cliche which agents plead with us to avoid, a character's facial vanitas examination doesn't ring true for me.