It is Saturday in the Midwest and we once again see the familar white stuff covering the gorund. Snow that I hoped for in December is now just something to make the ground look pretty. The Christmas hustle and bustle is over and it is now settling into getting used to cold weather and warm soups to take the edge off. I took a break from writing the blog and writing in general. I woke up one morning and decided to start into a book I wrote years ago that needs a rewrite. It was sluggish to begin as I am in the January cold. Characters with names but no faces. Jumbled emotions that rise to the surface as I try to began a story that had heart fifteen years ago. I spend quiet moments trying to see the characters and also see if the project is one that I want to pursue. As the days of cold turn to days promising a hint of Spring I'll see if I can create characters from a story that takes place in the Colorado Mountains.