It's Cold Here

Dreary, rainy days are the best.

The cold days let my brain finally turn around and say "Hey, we can write" while the rest of my house is freezing. Of course, this means I'm wearing a heavy sweater and am barefoot (after all, writer's are quirky, aren't they?).  But this is a good thing, since one of my editors asked this morning about the status of a horror story I'm wrapping up (I swear I'm editing it right this moment, well, this moment after writing this entry) and I need the cold to...