Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow

As long as it's snowing somewhere else, that is. Not that I don't love snow, but not to drive in and there's that whole work thing. However...I feel like I'm digging myself out from a giant snowdrift dumped by the Universe.

Now, lest you think I'm just complaining, I know that all that snow will eventually melt and I'll have all kinds of water to nurture/feed everything I've got going on. Enough with the analogy. Any more and my head will start hurting!

I just realized (thanks, Terry) that I haven't posted since I ran off to Tampa to attend the Donald Maass workshop--how sad is that? This would be the Tension on Every Page/High Tension workshop, and it was fabulous. I learned things I didn't know I needed to know. Imagine three and a half days of working through (picking apart and putting back together) everything from dialogue to scenes, exposition to action, even building tension into a query letter. I came away thinking I was a worse writer than I thought, with more potential to be a great writer than I had ever thought possible. Since then, I've done more picking apart than putting back together (aiming for great seems to require rejecting 50% of what I've done and then striving to tighten what's left)., but I'm moving back into the writing from the hating....which, once I can see past this snowbank in front of my dining room window will probably work out really well.