A little change in the weather here and things become clearer. I don't have quite this much snow but it is a Christmas Card out there this morning. Roads are almost clear. Snow clings on grass and trees.
It'll be gone as the sun rises and the slightest breeze comes past us.
The snow acts as a filter bringing the deep shadows of the trees into sharp focus. It's a neat trick.
I've had to break a chapter into two.
I hate doing that but there are things a reader must know and putting all in one chapter can be a tedious slog.
Re-write for the absolute barest details relayed in the sharpest of dialog interspersed with narrative summary, Split into two related settings as an excuse to split the chapter.
It isn't a technique I use with the greatest ease but I've read it in the works of better writers. I use the inspiration.
I'm looking at snow and contemplating summer writing workshops. I'm focused on the deeper shadows.
In the interim, the season of snow and ink. The seasonal confinement brings into focus the need to write while the call of other activity is low.
So, to snow, to snow. It's off to write I go.
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