Typing as fast as my poor, sleepy brain can stand because I am determined to turn in my manuscript tonight, even if it kills me (and it might).
Drinking coffee at Agia Sophia at a little corner table that sets me in the middle of just enough bustle to help me concentrate. How would writers exist without coffee shops and good cappuccinos? (And another cup of coffee, albeit decaf, after that?)
Feeling rather self-congratulatory that the house is decorated for Christmas and we have a REAL Christmas tree this year.
Loving the white tempest that has finally descended upon our chilled landscape. Four inches! So lovely.
Getting teary-eyed at the ending of August Rush. Ah, the music.
Gearing up for six straight nights of performance in the Christmas musical Scrooge. Watch out world, here we come!
Wishing you all a weekend woven through with hot chocolate, wintry walks, family laughter, and some good Christmas tunes.