There's a Woman on the Outside, Looking Inside. Does She See Me?

Here's my little house in the snow.

So, I did end up going to work. It was an interesting walk there. The drifts were pretty high, so I got one hell of a work-out. When I got to quieter streets, I was able to walk on those instead of unshoveled sidewalks. I just don't like walking on busier streets, because I know it's hard enough for people to drive on such slick roads, let alone worry about pedestrians.

There were at least 10 people in my whole office. Luckily, one of them drives past my house on her way home, so she gave me a lift this evening when it was much colder. I think I'm going to try to drive as close to my building as possible tomorrow, so I'll only have to walk a few blocks in the bitter cold. Since my office is on campus, there is really no parking anywhere near it, without practically paying a day's salary to park in a ramp.

Here are the trees in the front of my house. They look a little ghostly don't they? Cool.

With all of the work I'm trying to do on my house lately, I realize my posts have been a little boring and detaily. My head has also been like that and it's usually not a good thing for me. I feel like I've been stifling my creative side the last few weeks. So, during lunch, after I read my blogs and Facebook wasn't doing a very good job of holding my interest, I Googled one of my old fiction writing teaching assistants. I love his writing, and he gets a lot of stories published, and some of them are available on-line. I discovered that he has his own Wikipedia entry now, which I thought was pretty cool.

Anyway, I also found a shorter, short story of his and it was really good. I had a friend suggest that I submit a story to one of those short "flash fiction" contests recently. After reading my ex-T.A.'s story, I'm even more intrigued with the idea. I'm going to try to work on a few ideas I have and see about submitting something, just to have a goal to make myself write. It might be a good exercise for me to keep my writing from being quite so long and babbling. How refreshing would that be for everyone? Very, I'm sure.