January 29, 2015
Wow, did we get walloped by the recent snowstorm that affected much of the Northeast on Monday through Wednesday. My yard got about two-and-a-half feet, but some of the snow drifts were easily four feet high. Taller than my dog! Plus the wind created white-out conditions, so it was a very exciting day, weatherwise. I actually like snowstorms, so for me the only downside to the weather was that my three-day school visit to New Jersey had to be postponed. There was a statewide travel ban in Massachusetts and Logan Airport was completely closed, so there was just no way to get to New Jersey. My apologies to the kids at Lakeview Elementary School and Mt. Pleasant Elementary School. Don't worry, we'll reschedule soon! In the meantime, enjoy the foolish sight of my foolish dog burying her nose in the snow as she wonders why the world smells so different this morning.
January 24, 2015
I have been away, both literally and metaphorically. The literal leaving was the result of several trips I took for both work and pleasure. But the more consuming, ethereal leaving took place as I sunk myself, alligator like, deep into my latest manuscript. I truly did leave this world for whole days at a time, working ten to fourteen hours a day on the story. It's a wonderful feeling to decamp to a world of one's own creation, and it's one of my favorite things about writing—but things do pile up at home. And when I re-emerged (manuscript successfully delivered, just a wee bit late), I was astonished at all that had been let go in my absence. It's been over a month since I posted here, and that's not the worst of it!
I'm late in wishing all of you a happy new year, but I will do it with unbounded joy in the hope that my exuberance will make up for my tardiness: Happy New Year! (toot!)
And to get myself back on track, I'll post here a video of snow falling in my backyard, taken this morning. It's a lovely sight, and I plan to light a fire and enjoy the day-long storm to its fullest. It's our first of the year. Tonight, I have tickets to a show at the Boston Opera House, so driving on the Mass Pike through the storm won't be quite so peaceful, but I won't complain. I do love the sight of snow falling. Don't you?