Writing to the End

 I am actually finishing up MURDER BY THE HOOK.  This is the last go through. I know what happens and am making sure all the pieces fit.  I have been working my favorite way.  I've gone to my computer in the morning dressed in my favorite old ratty sweater and lost track of time and pretty much everything outside of what I'm working on.  It's just me and the characters now.

It's so confusing.  The book takes place right around the summer solstice and in my mind I'm thinking of endless daylight and coming weather  of hot temperatures.  But when I come out of my room and try to reconnect with the present, the daylight is dimming and it's cold.

We're supposed to get rain this weekend.  I saw a photo on Facebook of my Chicago neighborhood and there were big fat snowflakes falling. 

It's funny about the ratty sweater.  It is quite unattractive and is the color of a rainy day. I only bought it because it is full length. It hung in my closet unworn for a long time and I was going to give it away. Then I was cold while sitting at my computer and put on the gloomy gray sweater.  It's a number of years later and looks pretty warn from the numerous washings but it's my mainstay in the house. Somehow it adds just the right warmth.  Often when I put it on, I think about how glad I am that I didn't give it away. It just reminds me that you just never know.

I don't watch a lot of TV, but last night when I needed to decompress I watched  Thelma.  It was very enjoyable and I strongly recommend.