It's raining. Cold rain. This should be summer, or so my calendar tells me. Nothing about this weather encourages me to write. All I want to do is huddle beneath warm blankets and drink some hot tea.
Ah....oh....
huddle beneath blankets....
if I'm not alone under these blankets, that would change everything, wouldn't it?
One nice hunk of a man, one hot woman, a dark cabin in a wilderness area, rain, rain, rain, she's feeling cold, he's offering her warmth, they feel each other...
Welcome, idea! Welcome! muse!
Found my story-plot.
Will not change the title. I still hate this weather.
Thursday, June 21. 2012 at 17:34 (Link) (Reply)