I have to admit that with the pipes frozen and the cat shivering and my sweatshirt not thick enough, it’s difficult to keep working.
Starting a read, my teeth chatter so loud I can’t continue. So I jump up and nuke my coffee again, fill my 2-liter with very hot water (I rest my hands on it while reading), and try to begin again.
With only one-third of the snow that the poor folks in New England are enjoying, I shouldn’t be complaining, but when the true temp is supposed to be -11 and I hear the wind howling louder than a wolf, it’s horrid to think of what the wind chill must be.
I have no doubt there are those who are happy with this: the gas man, the electric company, and the coffee shops. I’ve been guzzling cup after cup. Probably why I can’t fall asleep until three or four each morning.
Alas, submissions have to be read. Maybe I need to represent some of those hot, steamy, sizzling romances.
Okay, back to the hot coffee instead.
Do you have any distractions that keep you from writing?