I got on a rant about an article in The Guardian. There’s a lot of noise around about who gets to call themselves a writer and what being a “full-time writer” means. It set me off.

The morning started with a heavy snow alert. By eleven, all that was left was this big dark cloud and a dusting of new snow melting in the sun.

This month has been terrible for walking. I may be getting burned out.

I got going late and I’m still trying to catch up.

I started in the morning. That counts.

Happy Half Priced Chocolate Day. I talked about how doing the morning writing keeps stealing my morning walk. I’ve gotten back into the evening habit, but the morning is my think-y time. I miss it.

It snowed a bit last night. Made walking a bit treacherous this morning.

The temp outside my back door said 30F. The official temp is 20F. I’m thinking the official temp is more appropriate today but I got my butt out and did the walk this morning

Another hot day. I don’t know what it’s like in Punxatawny but everybody’s seeing their shadows and looking for shade here.

I spent most of today musing on the nature of publishing and the relationship between self published authors and professional organizations.