more of the same, working with words, trying to get to the end of the first rough draft.
Odd looking I know. But everything I read said to get rid of any/all leaves with black spot so...
Writing went very badly today, or rather it didn't go at all. I was supposed to get through writing winter, instead I got stuck on research, and am still snowed in there. With more questions than answers.
And as an extra bonus I followed the sound of a loud dull thud at my window, to see a fallen bird, and I watched it for a moment expecting it to get back up and fly away, the way they always do when this happens, but instead its dark eye looked up at me while it cryed silently several times, then closed its eyes, shut its mouth, set its legs, and died.
Wednesday now. Dead bird made it into story, I decided it could work well as foreshadowing.
In related news, still shoveling my way out of mental (and lack of info) snow.
Okay Cheese and I must go to the grocery store, but when I get back, I must write winter. What I don't know, I can, I will, fill in later. Time for snow shoes. Cold. Stillness. I will perk up my ears, to hear the soft sounds of winter.