Words Keep Blowing About In Drifts

It never fails. When I plan to go to bed early, I’m hit with inspiration. When I wish to edit the larger manuscript, I’m overwhelmed with short stories. These are not bad problems to have, and I find that it certainly helps me to have several projects in the mix at any given time. I do need to finish up S.C. though, and instead I keep getting these lovely little stories. I promise myself that I’ll just jot down notes, but it never stops there.

This winter it seems the stories are everywhere.

The Groundhog Day Blizzard