Whatcha workin' on?

It's Sunday afternoon. We are covered in lots of fluffy new snow that makes the first of March look like December 25 should. I've been writing today, though I'm about to give it up because my mind seems to be of the marshmallow-type consistency that snow looks like. 
          Since I seen to have nothing to say, I thought I'd share a couple of paragraphs from my work in progress. A little lead-in: I've discovered in my own writing and the favo...