Okay, the calendar says March 29, but when I peek out my window...it looks more like December or January. It snowed last night. A lot.
It's rather annoying really. See, I'm done with winter and snow and cold and wind and ice. It's spring for Pete's sake. I want to see flowers blooming and trees budding and hear birds chirping.
I need an escape. And not one that requires getting on a plane.
I've always found that the best escape is a good book...whether it's one I'm reading or one I'm writing. A book allows me to ignore the blanket of snowy white outside and instead imagine a long stretch of white sandy beach with a bronzed, bare chested guitar player by my side. A book allows me to ignore the rivers of icy water flowing down the street and instead imagine a sea in the darkest of night, a ship tossing on the waves, a rougish pirate captain at my side. A book allows me to trade the snow covered trees for the moss covered trunks of a cool forest, mist swirling through the air, with an enticingly dangerous vampire by my side.
Well, I think you get the picture...
As a writer, I am privileged to create these worlds so other people can escape from the dreariness of a winter-like day here at the beginning of spring. As a reader, I am blessed to find these worlds that others have created so I can ignore the sludge, sleet, and chill and ensconse myself in a completely different place.
And that's where I'm off to right now.
Until next time,
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