A Naked Writer and Winter

Wintry old weather, stormy old weather, when the wind blows we’ll all go together.

Yes, it’s snowing again. This isn’t the first such photo posted since the first of September. However, this time it appears that winter is here to stay until spring. Though it was afternoon when I took this photo, it was -1 Celsius with a wind chill of -10. Yes, it’s windy. The forecast is for falling temperatures and several days of sporadic snowfall thought the amount of snow isn’t expected to be overwhelming.

Today is the second day of NaNoWriMo – the National Novel Writing Month. So far I have written more than 7,000 words of the 50,000 word target for November 30th. With the weather being what it is, I don’t imagine I will be tempted all that much to spend much of my time outdoors rather than at the keyboard.

Hopefully, she becomes one of my readers of naturist fiction.

As for what I am writing, it’s a mystery, even to me. Other than having already planned for a cast of characters and location for the story which is set in today’s world, that is about all I know.

I finished the revisions of the third book of my autobiography and it is now out to several Advance Copy Readers before I take the next step of publishing. If any of you wish to become one of these readers, just drop me a note here in the comments section and I will get right back to you. Now, it’s time to add in another few hundred words while there is still time today.

6 thoughts on “A Naked Writer and Winter

  1. My god. We’ve heard about the snow you guys have been getting. Wow! We “barely” had fall. (Had some really nice warm naked days here in September and even early October).
    We have jumped and played in the snow naked, a few years back. It was fun then. We’ve been tempted into becoming kids again and doing a repeat 30 years later…just make sure our insurance policies are up to date lol.

    Jan&Gary 😊

  2. Brrr … Well maybe it’s not to early for winter to settle in, putting one into the “hunker down” mode so necessary for writing. I find there’s a joy and a mystery to writing, in that one is never at all certain the directions and twists that one’s writing will take — whether one is writing a novel or a memoir of sorts. We who write think we know ourselves: but to write is always a journey of self-discovery is it not. Power to you, as, naked, you meet the muse.

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