A week ago we woke up to a white scenery. It snowed. We rarely get snow here, and when we do it provides a day or two of entertainment and then turns into a horrible slush and an annoyance before disappearing. It never lasts, but this lot has stayed all week. Because the weather is like this, it also affected our phone lines which rendered me internet-less for the entire day yesterday.
SNOW DAY!!!! YAY!!!!
And seeing as I couldn't work I thought I'd see if I could reacquaint myself with my creativity. Low and behold I found my muse. He was playing out in the snow. After freezing my nubbins off and trying a bit of gentle persuasion - gentle persuasion that soon turned into an argument and a little bit of a snow ball fight - I finally got him in, thawed and put him to work. This was under the condition that I make him a cup of tea and provide him biscuits to dunk, though. This was easily arranged.
After, we managed to write just under 5,000 words to my WIP. I sported a big grin. I haven't actually worked on this story since August last year when I put it aside to write Son of Jack. I was feeling very pleased.
So, a day late but better late than never: Pic of the Week. Something different today. I thought instead of a piece of artwork and because of all this snow, I'll choose something with a chilling difference. Snow Sculptures! These are amazing, and I have to say my favourite pic is the last one. The detail that's gone into it is phenomenal...
Enjoy, and those with cold weather, wrap up warm!
Ha ha haaaa.... :)
