I’m up again writing–getting in those 1,000 words before the day actually begins. I’m digging through the snow bank of ideas looking for some gems. Some yes, others, no. It’s hard to write when the snow bank turns out to be dog piles of poo that I’m pushing from one end of the page to the other. (Note to self: stop self editing. Just let it flow.) (I see a stream of pee–yeah, something is flowing all right.)