Today has been one of those picture perfect western North Carolina snowy days. Light silvery flakes fell continually and as the sky went dark, every branch, every stem was coated with a thick layer of white frosting. I'm not a huge fan of snow and this part of the world has seen more than its share for this month, but I cannot deny the beauty.
And me, I am mentally obsessing about the writing dream. I'm resisting the urge to troll agent pages and the blue boards. Yet, at the same time, I can't help but look at this urgent obession as a gift. I've waited for many years for the fire to rekindle. It's a roaring flame now, the warmth that I need for a snow-filled winter.
Write-on! Merry Christmas! Stay Warm!