Winter. Because sometimes fact and fiction share a few details, and freeze us out between them. Thankfully, I suppose, scenes in my next book at least allow me to begin prodding beyond the frost. And when I wake up to bright beautiful sunlight, and see its gauges then sprout such blasphemies to me as “0″, I become all the more determined to scribble-scribble-scribble my way through it in a hurry. So, I suppose it serves a productive purpose.
Stay warm today, everyone. It’s frigid.
Yes, it is frigid today! Love your snowy scene. I sooo miss snow! There’s been very little this year.
Meanwhile, in my neck of the woods, we’re going to push into the 70s. I know most everyone would love that, but I miss winter. It’s been a long time since I’ve experienced a “real” chill with snow.
And meanwhile I would gladly take a hop, skip, and a jump right over a mountain top to get some of that 70-degree goodness right now. If only I could have the snow, and somehow keep the chill away from me, I would be happy–alas, the world does not seem to oblige!