The Cold Goes On

So it was a whopping -24 today. A bit on the brisk side to be sure. The hair around my face frosted from my breathing when I took the dog for a walk. Jethro the mighty, likes to walk, even in frigid temperatures. The snow is too deep in the yard for him to run around, but we manage to walk in the street.

I managed to get a lot done on The Hunter, making more edits, rewriting scenes and refining certain exchanges. I am putting out selected quotes. Let me know if you like them or if I should stop. It is something other authors do to great effect. It gives me nightmares, quoting myself.

As I looked out the window, I saw that it was snowing. It has finally warmed up enough and now I wonder if I am going to end up blowing snow tomorrow.