Well, it snowed yesterday.
How bad did it snow?
Let me show you a picture. After all, a picture is supposed to be worth a thousand words.
Not much you can add to that photo. It came down hard – maybe 40 cm. of snow all told.
Heck, it IS winter, isn’t it?
So this morning I rolled out of bed and prepared myself a hearty breakfast. A pork chop, some pan-fried veggies and a heap of hash browns. Two slices of rocks & twigs toast, heavily buttered. A tall glass of water to hydrate myself. A cup of strong black coffee to stir up the inner fire.
These days I shovel in shifts. I’ll go for a bit and then I’ll come in and take a breather.
Here’s what our driveway looked like after the first round of digging.
The worst part of it was the end of the driveway where the plow had crammed the snow chest deep.
Here’s a side-on view.
(And yes – our car DOES have a red nose. And we call her Goldie)
As you can see the sun came out today and once I got the driveway scraped down to pavement a couple of bags of road salt worked their wonderful magic.
Some folks might say that I am a bad man for using salt – but they can just talk to my aching back.
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So – what’s this got to do with writing?
Well, sometimes a manuscript can look an awful lot like that snowed-in driveway. A part of you will cringe at all of that work that lies ahead. A part of you will suddenly see a need to watch your entire collection of Bonanza episodes – all 430 of them.
Do not listen to Lorne Greene.
Step away from that horse, pilgrim.
It’s time for a little elbow grease. Start the shovel swinging and the words a’flinging.
(who said old farts can’t rap?)
yours in storytelling,