I don’t know where you are but here in the mid-west we are once again snowed in. We have two inches of snow on the ground and that is enough for this old body to stay away from.  Tuesday we should get an additional three to six inches with single digit temperatures.  I think I’ll write, in the comfort of my own home.

In the writing world, it is contest and conference time. I have entries waiting on printing for my local club. There’s much to do. I have final edits to be completed on my latest Sandhill Island novel, Smugglers of Sandhill Island, and its soup weather.  So, I’ll complete my duties, stay in, and stay warm.

My 18-month-old dishwasher quit again, and it seems the repairman is busy with others, so I’ll wash my own dishes. My work is cut out for me just waiting to be stitched together.

I’ve never been a fan of winter.  I could live happily on a tropical island in a hammock with a drink in my hand, but that doesn’t seem to be in my future.

Maybe this is God’s way of getting me to complete my tasks. Patience is a virtue. Spring is about a month away. This cold snap should last about a week and then, knowing Oklahoma, will be replaced by 70-degree weather. By then all my indoor tasks will be completed, and I will be ready for that hammock. I will be thankful.

What are you reading, writing, or creating this week?