Because this is Minnesota, and we really can’t help ourselves, I give you pictures from #Blizzard2018.
Before the storm
After the storm
We’ve been snowed in all weekend. The pizza place where my daughter works called and told her not to come in for either shift this weekend. Her snow-day makeup dance class was canceled because of the snow.
In actual writing news, it was a slow week. I did manage to do some work on an article and some fairy tale reading and research. I sent out a reprint story as well.
And that’s about it. Now, I must leave you and go take some more pictures of the snow.
Because that’s what we do here in Minnesota.
And it snowed a lot. That is all.
Week 10! We’re into double digits, folks! Despite snowstorms and long commutes, and my daughter coming down with a nasty stomach flu, I conquered another Write 1/Sub 1.
This coming week I also want to work in some revisions, if for no other reason than I’m running out of stories for the submission half of the challenge. I have a handful of drafts and I hope to polish at least one of them up for the coming week.
- Untitled flash fiction, ~ 1,150 words: I’ll cut it down to about 1,000 words before I submit this. Some of those words are throat-clearing.
- Untitled something-or-other, ~ 1,500 more words, in progress
- The Patron Saint of Lost Things, this boomeranged back so fast, if I hadn’t ducked, I would’ve ended up with a concussion.
- Land of the Free (Haircuts), a narrative verse I sent out last year.
- The Patron Saint of Lost Things
It would be a snow day:
The snow really isn’t up to Andrew’s waist, as you can probably tell from the shovel and his sister there. But there’s plenty of snow with more on the way (actually, it’s snowing right now).
I think one thing is clear, other than a snow fort is imminent: It’s going to be a white Christmas.