this morning, pausing now and then to entertain the temptation to just plop down in a drift and eat some snow while staring off into space. Got about half the words as yesterday, but still: forward motion. It’s a good thing. What I want more than smooth and painless word counts is the feeling that I am a writer who writes– through thick and thin. So, a pat on the back and a third cup of tea and done with this for now.