The Writing Life February 2014

Feb 2014 - notice buried truck

We got two feet of snow yesterday, schools all closed, and much of Vermont raced outside to play in it. I bade farewell to my children and then, like most other writers in the world, I plopped into my chair and tried to concentrate. But the snow swirling in the gusts outside were so beautiful that I kept finding myself staring out the window. I did get work done, but half as much took me twice as long as my eyes kept leaving the screen to look into the the sparkling white outside. Here's what I see out my window.