Personally, I hate snow and ice

Ice Mother

667 / 5,000 (13.3%)

Writing Log

Words yesterday: 437
Total words: 667
Reason for length: Didn't start writing until nearly 1 pm. Also had lunch and errands to run to library.
Overused word: mother
Gratuitous word: ochre
Type of scene: In which I drop in a chunk of pensive exposition to explain why, "Yes, this is a fantasy story!"
Challenge(s): Trying to keep it from becoming too overwhelmed by self-indulgent navel-gazing.
Which line is it anyways?The snowflakes were like get-well cards from her mother; the frost along the sill, a phantom kiss.
Notes: Ok, really need to speed up the word production here.

Portents of Spring

It's raining outside, and I am giddy with delight, despite the fact that in not too long I'll have to venture out into it. My portent sensitivity has been tuned to high, and I'm lookin' for signs of spring. A green bud. A drizzle of icy rain. I still haven't seen the first short skirt of spring, though. After a winter that seemed to last for far too long*, I can hardly wait for true spring.

What signs of spring do you look for? What have you found?



*I maintain, however, that I only got the antsy winter cabin fever/depression because all the popular kids were doing it.