Waiting for Snow
We’re expecting a big snowstorm in Seattle, so I interrupted my writing day yesterday to do a Costco run. We’re snug inside our tiny condo today, the fire is on, and the show is due to start within the next few hours.
In typical Seattle style, I expect the populace to be pissed if it’s anything less than a snowpocalypse. We’re weird that way. Give us a chance to prepare for a storm, and we’ll get angry it if doesn’t arrive. HOW DARE YOU WARN ME I MIGHT NEED EXTRA FOOD we will shout over our steaming fair-trade lattes.
I blew off some steam this morning by enthusiastically dragging Spotify for trying to take over the podcasting industry. I love a good business rant! It really clears out the pipes, like meditation, only with more cussing.
Today I’ll draft three scenes, have a phone call with my writer friend D from St. Louis, and stare out the window a lot.
My brain: Let’s write! We’re already behind schedule.
My heart: snow, snow, snow, snow.