It’s snowing again…not too heavily. A perfect day to curl up with a book or to write one. I had nothing on my schedule–a minor miracle for the week before Christmas. So what did I do? I’m not too sure, but it wasn’t working on my novel. Why is it that the days I’m busiest I get more writing done? Doesn’t make a lot of sense, does it?
For today, I’ll use the excuse of the Winter need to hibernate, try not to do the guilt thing and make a “to do” list for tomorrow.
Victoria C. Slotto, Author 