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.