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?