I’ve made a mug of coffee and brought my computer to the lounge, where I’m using dry-erase markers on a board to set up character outlines. It’s snowing outside, but I have fuzzy socks on. I’ll probably order a gluten-free pizza later, with barbecue sauce not tomato sauce, and of course chicken, double cheese, onions and pineapple.
I’m falling in love with the first line of my novel, and my characters are showing me how awesome they really are.
Such is the life of a writer.