It’s the icky time of year. Cold, often blustery weather, with occasional bouts of freezing rain and snow. My least favorite time of year. The garden is brown and dry—not dead but asleep. There isn’t much to do right now outside the house. Going out for a walk means bundling up and preparing to fight wind and cold temperatures. Travel is minimal

But it does have some virtues. The lack of distractions means more writing time and I’m trying to take advantage of that. My current project involves scanning in an older book I wrote many years ago. I still like the premise, but I didn’t really know how to unwind the plot effectively. I’m not sure I know how to do it now.

But the setup for the story is good enough that I think it’s worth giving it a try. I’ll probably have to rewrite most of the second half of a 90,000-word novel. And maybe it won’t work at all. It’s going to be an interesting challenge.