1 17 2018
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| Robins at the frozen birdbath 1/15/18 |
OK, I know I don’t
live in the real north, where I have lived for many years, and I know I don’t
have to commute anymore, which I also did for many years. But even then I loved
snow. I love it even more now.
I have a reverse
case of SADD. I get all depressed with the hot, sunshiny days approach. I don’t
like heat and I don’t like to be in the sun. I like winter! It energizes me.
Today is a great
day. Gentle snow is falling silently straight down. The poem I’ve known since I
was a child popped into my head today.
The north wind doth
blow
And we shall have
snow.
And what will poor
Robin do then, poor thing?
He’ll hide in the
barn
To keep himself warm
And hide his head
under his wing, poor thing.
So I am contently
concentrating on my writing today. Content except for my chapped lips. That’s a
hazard of being a writer. How so, you say?
Here’s the thing.
One of my characters has a habit of chewing her lower lip when she thinks or is
upset. So, as I’m writing her, I’m doing that, too. I stopped last night to try
to figure out the horse/cart situation here. Were my lips chapped and so I gave
them to her? Or did they get chapped because she started it? I have no way of
knowing. But I do know I will have to get her some lip balm. (I took a picture
of my chapped lips, but it’s too gross to post here.)
Yes, this is firmly
in the Writers Are Strange Department.
I hope you are warm
and cozy today and don’t have to struggle with weather. If you DO have to, I
hope you are victorious and come home safe.
