Here’s the snow that was forecast, along with some wind. North of us are snow plows working hard, snowblowers roaring in driveways, cars that look like white humps in the snow. Here you can clear the driveway with one hand on the shovel. It’s still warm, though. Around freezing. Next up, the cold snap.
rjb
My 2019 novel had the working title – The Prime. I ended up publishing it with that title unchanged. Last Fall I formatted it, recorded it and made it available for purchase. Then I took a break and had a nice rest. Now I’ve picked up my pen again and begun writing my 2020 novel with the working title – Sunward. It’s a sequel to The Prime and will be the completion of The Plainsrunner trilogy.
Back on my exercise ball as I write first thing in the morning, it feels pretty good. It’s always a concern when I get back to it. Will it still be there? Will the words still come? I’m happy to report, so far, so good. I gave myself a break, easing into it with 500 words a day. I’ll push it up to 750 next week. That seems to be my natural level.
The sun is shining this morning. We’ve had an unusually warm winter so far. Also, the weather has been bypassing us, dumping snow on areas north of us while leaving us bare and brown. The forecast calls for a cold snap next week. I don’t feel prepared for that.
rjb
“Clock with one hand” by Rick Payette is licensed under CC BY-NC-ND 2.0
I’m still glad I learned on an analog clock, though. The shape of it and the positions of the hands lent themselves to concrete visualizations of the time of day and where in the hour one was. I think it had a strong effect on the form taken by my temporo-spatial synesthesia, as I explain in that post. There may have been some confusion in the beginning, but it worked out in the end.
When I was teaching my son how to tell time, though, I made sure to refer to the hands as “long” and “short,” to save him the confusion.
rjb
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