So, I live in the D.C. area and love life at the moment. Why? Well, it’s the snow. Sure, it’s a lot of snow, and I’m sure at one point growing up in northern NJ, I’ve seen this much, but for D.C. and northern Virginia this is a lot. Why is this snow making me happy? Friday they let us go from work four hours early, and I haven’t been back to work since. They keep canceling work, and I keep getting paid for it!

I’ve used the time off wisely of course, and put a lot of energy into outlining and beginning to write a science fiction novel, as well as revising and editing a short story I’ve let rest for awhile. The problem is that I’m getting used to this and would love to be able to wake up each day, get ready, and head downstairs to write for a few hours. I could hit the gym, run a few errands, then spend the afternoon writing and revising. I probably won’t see that kind of schedule until I can retire from my job, but I can dream, and for the time being, I can live with it while the snow keeps cooperating!