Ice, Ice Baby

I have been through entirely too many ice storms, but there is something fascinating about the formation of crystals on a solid surface.  I find myself intrigued by how it sticks to grass—it attaches to each blade separately until a lawn resembles a sculpture, each piece visible and delicate in its intricacy.
There’s something fascinating about when the sun comes out and it all goes away.  It drips from the trees and it seems as though the world is melting.  I know these thoughts are random, but they are my own.

The Write Stuff

Okay, I’ve been a total slacker on this blog—lame, I know, but it happens.  Anyway, my fifth book is out in the world being read, and I’m making great progress on book number six.  I know I always claim I’m going to take a break after each subsequent book, and I always break that promise.  This time, however, it’s (probably) the truth.  I’m going to take some time for myself, to see where my inspiration lies and get a bearing on what my future holds.  And while none of us ever knows for sure what tomorrow holds, I wouldn’t mind having an indication.

Currently listening to “Love Resurrection” by Alison Moyet