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Jefferson County, Texas
“This better work, Gringo,” Manny Alvarez growled as he looked at his slim, wiry companion, Darrel, a fellow inmate in FCC Beaumont. After he had jabbed the other man in the ribs to punctuate his demand, Manny looked around him and tried not to seem out of place.
Although they had found a corner of the prison that did not have cameras or the guards watching over it, the cold concrete walls of the prison still towered over them, reminding both men of the stark reality of their bleak situation. Some would view their situation as hopeless, and when he first arrived there, he felt the same, but over time, he had made a realization.
It’s hard to believe that the last time I wrote an article for writing advice, it was snowing. As I gaze outside my window, it’s hot. In fact, in New York, it’s 57 degrees. The average for this time of the year is 36. Would you believe that Friday my husband will be grilling out? In February? That’s ludicrous.
There is something about the warm temperatures that make me lazy. I have been working hard on the last chapters of Naked Desire, a novelette that will be out next month. However, the words are coming slower as all I want to do is sleep. The one thing that I learned as an author is that I need discipline.
Some people like to figure everything that happens in the whole book. There are some who just write, not knowing what is going to happen. I would think that it is a mix of both for most writers.
Good Morning, fellow authors and readers.
Icicles from snowfall a few years ago
It’s twenty-six degrees–in Fahrenheit–here in this part of New York, and we are under a Lake Effect Snow Warning. I am not too worried, however. The snow bands usually miss us. The result? My daughter will be disappointed that there is no school.
I am not too worried, however. The snow bands usually miss us. The result? My daughter will be disappointed that she has school. When it does snow, I’m glad. I’ll have beautiful scenery outside my living room.