It is a dark and stormy day. It’s supposed to rain all week, maybe even snow by Christmas. For those of us in California, we couldn’t be happier.
There is snow in the Sierras. Ski resorts opened early this year. My oldest son is on his high school ski team, it’s his Senior year and instead of trying to figure out if there is going to be enough snow to hold the races, they’ve already started practices.
My younger son skis for Buddy Werner, so my boys spend the whole weekend up on the mountain.
Which gives me uninterrupted time to write. I have a new series coming out next summer, so I’m hoping to get a lot of work done on the three book series. The first book, Swept Away has been turned in and I’m awaiting final copy edits before the new year. Then there are two more books in the series featuring whitewater raft guides on the American River. A river that it looks like will have water in it come Spring.
One can only hope this winter is as wet as promised. And as productive as I anticipate, both for the water reserves and my writing.