Winter days seems so cold and drab after the Christmas decorations are stowed away.

Writing: First drafts make me wonder why I think I can write a novel. Just because I've done it before doesn't make the journey easier. Less than thirty pages in and I'm mired in drifts of words and images. If it weren't for the energy and encouragement I get from talking with friends and other writers, I couldn't continue this trip. Thanks again and again.