Woke up to a fresh foot of snow out here in the mountains. Have to dig our way out and get back to Rat City for a LIT meeting tonight. Meetings all week, god help me.
Just said no to a little directing gig with some friends. Would have been fun, but I'm trying to spend this year writing, get some stuff out of my head and on to the page.
That's the plan, anyway.
Everyone won the MMMQ yesterday. Ann wins because that's the way I heard the story too, Rosie wins because of the Rose Exception and the mysterious Kirt wins because he sounds very sure of himself and that counts for an awful lot around here.
Now where's that shovel?