More snow. I thought we were done with snow this winter–not sure why, probably just unbridled optimism.
Keep writing and rewriting first two paragraphs of piece to workshop next month. I wonder if it is the wrong place to start yet I feel like it should work, I just haven’t gotten the rhythm right yet.
Did some editing on Nanowrimo. So wordy. Ick.
Read The Pleasure of My Company. Delightful. Love Steve Martin.
Reading another story from the collection by Karen’s Russell. She is brilliant. Continue to hate her.