Which will likely cancel our snowshoeing trip tomorrow. Is it not ironic that too much snow stops you from showshoeing? Yeah – the problem is getting there.
Okay – plan B. There is always a plan B right?
Snowshoeing for a while on the property across the street – that would be Plan B. The driveway is snowed in again and the road is awful.
I finished my story – about 7,000 words – so a good long one. It’s title is “Sad.”
Every day I feel like I am pulling myself up by my bootstraps. And I keep doing that. But I’ve written about this before and repetition gets boring.
I think I shall concoct some creative ideas this afternoon and evening to make things a touch more exciting. After all, I ought to be able to come up with something. If I can imagine my stories, I can imagine my life.