It’s cold out. Those of you who know me know that winter is one of my favorite times of the year. Not because I like cold — brrrrr, I’m not into sufferig — but because it’s a quiet time. A time of reflection. Of thoughts running hither and thither. Of thinking about writing. About writing.
And all those things make winter wonderful. http://ow.ly/i/Bmpu0
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