Sooooooo, I'm thinking...yeah, I know, you can smell the sawdust burning... get a life, move on... I'm thinking about doing some writing. It's been a while since I tackled a fresh-write, but now that Nano-write has got me started on a daily regimen of writing, I'd hate to break such a healthy cycle.  So, I'm thinking of writing something new... to do that, I've got to think about the genre, then the characters, the situation, what the purpose is...so many things to think about that I get bogged down, and the writing takes a backseat to my frustration levels. Even more so than the regular checks outside my window to see how much ice/snow/sleet mix we have falling and slicking up the roads.

I could write about slick roads...but, I've already done that -- in 2 stories, both so tragic that I cry every time I see their titles. I just can't see happy when there's ice and snow everywhere... It's so bleak, painfully bleak...Bleakhouse by Dickens bleak.... Sigh.... Or, I could just go back to bed and try to get some of the sleep I didn't get last night.