It is so cold. It is so snowy.
We were going to have our first writer's meeting last night in over a month and had to cancel because of the bad weather, and I was so looking forward to it.
I didn't have anything to share with the group until the last minute. I woke up yesterday morning with a story on my mind. I laid there for a while, not wanting to get up, but gave in and reached into the drawer of my end table and drug out my writing tablet and pencil.
I kept writing until I had a very rough draft of a short story.
It's called The Unlocked Door and it needs a lot of work. Maybe by next Monday it will be ready for my writing group to critique.
What's your weather like? I think Global Warming has decided to take the back burner for a while. We've got snow in the forecast for the entire week with temperatures dropping every day.
I guess it's a good time to stay inside and write. . . or read, whichever you prefer.
It's also a good time to feed the birds and watch our feathered friends brave the cold.