It’s coming down in a slow, steady drift. Weather alerts warn of slick roads. It is cozy to sit inside and watch the flakes drift down before the faded tree trunks and rusty leaves that still cling to mostly bare branches. Our little dead-end street is almost always quiet. But the snow muffles what little sound there is.
I have been working on my epic fantasy series this morning. Sometimes it feels like I will never finish. It’s been over a decade of work so far. And still not even the first book is entirely ready for publication.
That’s not to say I haven’t made progress though. And I know the deal. If I keep steadily chipping away, I’ll get there someday.