Storms & Stories
I didn't update from the storm because I was working on Birchthorn, trying to figure out fiction. It's a lot harder than I ever imagined and right now the 11,000 words or so written only make up a few chapters and have need of all sorts of planning and repairs. It really is a living draft here on the blog and while I work on new stuff and go back and change older chapters based on things you and I both notice—it will continue to evolve and change on that blog. I have no idea how long it will be, how long it will take to finish, or if it's even going to be worth the effort but I find myself more excited about telling a story correctly in an engaging way then any sort of literary appeal. I'm not Steinbeck, I'm telling a monster story. Which is comforting then sitting around a pile of outlines and going back to the first or second chapter to change sentences or character descriptions.
So I spend the storm with the storm of Birchthorn in my head. At least the bulk of the day, anyway. I did the usual morning chores (and the extra snow chores that come with it - like raking roofs clear of the snow and defrosting water) and then spent the rest of the day cleaning house. When some friends stopped by yesterday to visit for tea they looked around in mild shock and later that night my friend Joanna came over for our new tradition of decompressing, drinking, and a chick flick - she asked if I redecorated. I guess it was overdue! But a clean house always cheers me up and tricks me into thinking I have my shit together. Fake it till you make it, I say.
Hope you guys are staying warm. Did anyone else get nailed with snow?