I’m looking out at the expanse of snow in my yard, receding around the edges but still covered, and contemplating. Since I allowed a wonderful character who really belongs in the next book to high-jack my current story, my plan for the last quarter of the story lies in shreds. I’m trying to open my imagination to figure out how to pull the story back to the end I have in mind and how to torture the hero and heroine just enough to make their emotional growth and resolution work. SIGH.
In need to look at something beautiful so I give you this—just because.