I finished If It Burns last night. Like many of my stories, the ending dictates a change in the opening, and a little more depth here and there to fill out a pattern. But it is a story. Good to get it done.
The snow is not terribly deep and the trees are ice covered. They're gorgeous at sunset with a glass-like glitter. Sometimes you can see tiny rainbows around the branches. I wish I could capture that light in photography, but I've never had good luck at it.
I should sit down and start writing. There is no more web work stacked up around me. So, of course, I have a headache and the start of a head cold. My mind just isn't locking in. I hope it does soon because I would hate to waste the rest of this day.