Sun snow–did you ever see it? Yesterday morning, the sun was shining and only one small, dark cloud had crept up from the horizon, when I glanced out the window and lo and behold! snow was falling. Sun and snow, all at the same time. The other clouds which had been lurking on the horizon, gathered confidence, spread quickly across the sky and pretty soon the sun lost the battle while more dry-looking flakes danced through the air. Then, that was it. No more snow. However, for those who hate to see winter go, our weatherman had a pretty catchy headline on his blog this morning, something about a freezing drizzle on Friday and, after that, another winter blast. It would seem that this March is not going to come in meek and mild as a lamb. My mother had a favorite verse about our up-coming month: “Oh, March, is this the reason that you’re such a restless thing–You’re not at home with winter and you’re not at home with spring.”
Restless? Yes, I’d say March seems to be beginning that way. The question is, will winter continue to hang around throughout the whole month? Hmm. Only the Shadow knows! (Heh-heh)
Our cozy critique went well yesterday. We missed Nancy and hope her little grandson is soon well. Jane, Peg, Helen, and I gathered to read, listen, and share views. I don’t see how a writer writes without a critique group or at least, a critique person. They had good things to say about Moonlight; they liked the plot, the character, the description of the Victorian house. They also had some good points about clarity and its importance. Sometimes, as I write, there is a gap between what I am thinking, and what the character actually does. I assume too much, and that is a flaw.
Jane had a really wonderful nostalgia piece about her mother and the beautiful clothes she sewed for Jane through the years. Helen’s inspirational stories always lift my spirits and Peg has discovered a new/old author, Victoria Holt. Victoria Holt and Phyllis Whitney are two of my favorite authors too. I believe I have all their books. And, another mystery writer of the past is Mary Roberts Rinehart. If you can get hold of a copy of her, The Red Lamp, read it on a stormy night when you are alone, only if you dare!!
The NW Arkansas Writers’ Conference is coming up, on March 8 in Fayetteville. This is a really fun and educational get-together, with lots of information for published authors and aspiring authors, writers of all genres. Getting together with like-minded people is always encouraging and inspiring, no matter what the weather. Maybe, by that time, March will have settled down and be in a better mood.
My camera couldn’t catch those flimsy snowflakes yesterday that fell as the sun shone, so I’ll re-post a picture my brother Tracy took year of the first snowfall in Minnesota. Beautiful! And cold!
A Minnesota snowfall
by Tracy Day
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