It Is A Dark and Stormy Night

<--A bowl of Cape May clam chowder


It's dark. It's raining. It's chilly. It's perfect.

I am in heaven. I can hear the rain pinging against the living room window and sluicing off the leaves on the maple tree and I swear to you every molecule in my body is doing a happy dance. If I could bottle this weather, this feeling, the words would flow like water from the tap. This is creative perfection.

Which is why I'm sitting here on the sofa reading knitting magazines, watching a Sex and the City rerun and writing to you instead of writing a book.

Tomorrow I need to shovel out the house. Things usually get a tad grim when I come off a book. My stuff seems to migrate from room to room and then multiply in volume until there's barely room for us.

Want some free advice? Don't marry a writer. We're good for witty conversation but when it comes to the mundane details of everyday life, you'd better look elsewhere. If I had to live with me I'd jump out a window.

We announced our Launch Contest winners over at Romancing The Yarn today. It was very exciting last night to access the Random Numbers Generator and pick the grand prize winner and five runners-up. So far this has been a fascinating (and surprisingly fun) experience. Who knew?

Barbara