The ice came banging off the roof in about 30 seconds of consecutive rows of solid snow falling like Tetris pieces. To the soft thud of the snow-bars, I learned about Jack Vance, why too many colors is bad, and not to forget your notebook when listening to geniuses talk.
Also, via workshop this morning, I was introduced to the work of one of my new favorite writers, Ian Tregillis. Check it, kids. He rocks. Also his website is retardedly gorgeous.
Things have been quiet. I keep wanting to work on the new novel, but staring at the mountain seems so much more productive.
In conclusion, I present you with a picture of our current outside (via Maureen McHugh) and a question:
Should I just chuck caution (and other things) to the wind and write an epic fantasy with a magical sword and a Dark Lord? 8 Ball says...