The world outside my window

This is what I’m seeing outside my window today. A shock, although a lovely one, after the balmy weather we’ve been enjoying the last few days. Already, the snow has painted the trees in the ravine next to our house in thick brushstrokes of white.

The dawn viburnum (Viburnum x bodnantense 'Dawn' for fellow garden geeks) I planted last spring looked like this yesterday.

 I’m enjoying the view, but fretting over the burgeoning life in the garden.

Today it looks like this. Hang in there little shrub!

This has nothing whatsoever to do with writing. But at the very least it proves I am still here, though the blog has been sadly neglected.

December was a write-off, and not in a good way. My output was zero pages. I’m blaming it on being burnt out after a crazy nano, and the rush of holidays, but we all know that’s just an excuse.

I had every intention of revising the nano book once I settled into the new year, but a new story was niggling at me. I decided to get it down on paper and return to the nano book, but I ended up banging out 20,000 or so words, some of which might actually be salvageable.

Then demands with the day job forced me to put everything aside for a couple of weeks. Met my last deadline yesterday, and I’m ready to get back to it.  My DH will be back at work after a few weeks between contracts so I’ll have the house to myself again for a blessed five and a half hours a day.

No more excuses!