Well, snow day today. Storms at night freak me out. Last night, I looked out the window, bundled beneath four layers and with the heater running, and felt a chill run down my spine. The snow wasn't the half of it--I love snow--but the wind. Every tree seemed to sway at a ninety degree angle, each branch seemed perilously close to snapping, and all I could picture was some kind of powerful tribal dance. It was frightening.
I'm looking through my stories (currently 24) to see if there's anything I want to write. I don't want to start another one--I have too many already! Geez, I can't believe I had, like, 183 stories--but I'm thinking that's what I'm going to do. And if my writing sounds boring right now (which it does) that's because I'm bored.
I'm off to write. Please suggest music.