I saw flurries today!!
Fat floating flakes that disappeared like magic as soon as they touched a blade of grass grown unnaturally green from rains accompanied by mild to balmy temps more suited to warmer climes.
The air was a crisp but bearable 38 degrees when I headed off to work but as I watched out our little window, the winds whipped the trees and swirled the dead leaves to bring a surprise.
A teeth chattering, body shivering and "Quick, where are my gloves?!" panic ensued as soon as I took five steps out of the building. The temperature had dropped in five hours to 20 degrees and who knew what the wind chill was. I wouldn't be surprised if it hadn't been in the single digits.
It is now 10:30 PM and the wind chill is 4 degrees. Brrrrrr.
I had gone out earlier so I knew the only warmth I'd find was tucked inside my coat. You see, I'd ventured out to the library, hoping to get a hour or so of writing in. My quiet time. My escape. My focus.
The cold was more of a shock to my system than I realized. I arrived at the library with enthusiam only to be stunned by the fact that my notebook had been left at home.
Oh no! All my goals for today - shot.
What's a girl to do?
Go shopping. Seriously.
Last night, I was on a website for writers where I read that I should really have a handle on my backstory. Sounded like a good idea so I jotted down a few paragraphs to keep things in focus. Nothing is as confusing to a reader than finding that the rules of a story have changed in mid stream. Not that a book could get published with that blaring gaffe....
One odd thing about backstory is the idea you flesh out can be just as interesting as the story you are currently writing. My "few paragraphs" turned into three pages worth and, get this,
I solved the riddle of why Atlantis not only disappeared, but why there is no trace of it. **grin**
Did I set out to do that? No.
Did I know where I was going with it? No.
It took me on a journey I never expected.
Atlantis was never supposed to be involved. I'm still scratching my head about that one.
So, no writing today. I will do it tomorrow. Little guy is reading to the dogs tomorrow and that is MY time. How much can you write in a half hour anyway?