The new manuscript is flowing along better now, and I'm more than halfway there. I'm trying not to get hung up on detail and perfection and just getting it all down first. The clean-up can happen later.
There is something magical about sitting in a warm room, nothing expected of me but to write, my dog lying on my feet, with the sun glinting off the snow outside my window. The sky is a perfect cloudless blue. That's because it's cold enough to freeze your eyeballs out there. But lovely to look at from indoors!
Tonight's dinner will be a quick tomato-cucumber sandwich, nothing that will take too much time. I'm on a roll, and I can't break the momentum.
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