Okay, the blizzard is old news now. It came, it conquered, and it went. Then the frigid temperatures set in. Last week was painfully in the single digits. Can you say cracked skin? Not a trace of humidity in the air.
And today? Today, we are looking at the Great Melting. Temps in the forties and my drainpipes are gurgling with streams of water. I guess we should prepare for the flood next.
So what does this have to do with my path to publication? Let's just say I'd rather be writing in Florida.