I wake up to cold and a lot of ice.  I went out yesterday to shovel off my car—would be much worse if I had to chisel it out.  Then I saw the news.  I95 was completely shut down because of the storm.  People were stranded on it for 15 hours.

I get out a few times during the day.  Beautiful day, bright and sunny with the snow covering the branches of the trees.  But lots of caked-on ice in places on the sidewalk not touched by the sun.

First contact with chapter one.  Inner critic’s already jumping in because I don’t have a clue where anything is going.  Which is fine and expected.  Beginnings are always hard while I work out what goes into the story. I stay in the chair until I get a thousand words.