The power is back, and so are the Intertubes. This was a bad ice storm—trees and limbs down all over the place, and most of them are still encased in very pretty ice armor today. There’s an ongoing concerto of cracking, popping, and crashing going on in the woods all around the house. We didn’t get juice again until yesterday evening, so we were in the dark and without the Great Link for thirty-eight hours or so.
On the plus side, I wrote a lot. One 1,000-word piece of flash fiction, a 2,000-word article, a bunch of pages for That Damn Sequel…it appears that when your only choices are writing or sitting in the dark and looking at the shadows made by the oil lamps, one does almost invariably choose the former. I got out the big Royal KHM and a stack of paper, and ticky-tacked away.
More later. Now I have to gorge on YouTwitFaceTubeBook for a little while, and then catch up on all that unanswered email. I need one of those power outages a week, and I’ll get four novels a year written.