Snow?
It's 27 degrees out there, and we've got freezing fog. Plus a few random flakes of snow falling. Obviously, that's snow that lost, or premature, or too weak to make it to the Cascades. Still, it's nice and purty to look at.
Still suffering from an aching NEED to sit down and do some concentrated writing on a Firefly/Deadwood crossover that's just eating away at my brains. Unfortunately, I've simply got way too much work (office and otherwise) that must take priority. Waaaaah.
But through the wonders of fanvid, I've stumbled across the marvelous folk singer Jeffrey Foucoult. Napster finally is paying its weight on my desktop here. Usually you say "folk singer" and I start inching for the door, but this guy is wonderful. **sigh** Not that listening to him isn't just making me want to write forbidden fanfic even more...
Still suffering from an aching NEED to sit down and do some concentrated writing on a Firefly/Deadwood crossover that's just eating away at my brains. Unfortunately, I've simply got way too much work (office and otherwise) that must take priority. Waaaaah.
But through the wonders of fanvid, I've stumbled across the marvelous folk singer Jeffrey Foucoult. Napster finally is paying its weight on my desktop here. Usually you say "folk singer" and I start inching for the door, but this guy is wonderful. **sigh** Not that listening to him isn't just making me want to write forbidden fanfic even more...