Here in the Finger Lakes, the snowflakes are flying, the lake is freezing, the geese are freaking out, and we are snowed in.
Yesterday, I finished the last major revisions on my novel, Pieces of Pink; and honestly, I kind of feel like a super villain. Unfortunately, the part of my brain that takes care of prose has checked out, and the librarians say it's not due back until Christmas.
On Sunday, I made a terrible mistake. At the time, I had no idea that it would affect me for the rest of the week, but it has. My mistake? I went to the grocery store. The result? I've had "I Want a Hippopotamus for Christmas" stuck in my head for three days straight. But what's even worse is that my brain created a monstrous hybrid with "I've Got a Lovely Bunch of Coconuts."