And I’m inside fiddling while the world gets buried in white.
Not much to say right now. I have a few longer posts I’m mulling over but I won’t have time to write them for a few days. I finished a draft of a short story earlier tonight that I’m rather pleased with. I’ll be writing more about short stories in another post, since I recently said I don’t really write them very often and I feel some sort of explanation is need as to what, exactly, is going on. But I’m tired from work and writing and fighting this insidious head cold, and instead of writing a long post I’m going to go read a little bit of Scott Lynch’s Red Seas Under Red Skies and then watch Lost.
Enjoy the Snowpocalypse/Snowmageddon/Snowgnarok!
