There were a few days there that were downright pleasant outdoor temperatures. Which, considering I am fundamentally a cave goblin who only wanders outside into the cruel, cruel sunlight under great duress, you would think I’d be immune to such whims of weather.

And yet.

It basically boils down to the fact that my writing and art room is downstairs in the basement of the house, and it’s very cold most of the time. When it gets sufficiently warm outside I can open the windows and let warmer external air in, resulting in a net gain of temperature and that results in a net gain in my quality of life.

Sadly, when it gets cold outside, the basement gets quite miserable. I do my best with space heaters and blankets and thick sweaters, but all of that just kind of makes the environment less-miserable, as opposed to actually pleasant. And now the temperatures have plunged back to subzero (Celsius, of course)… well, I am not a happy camper.

But the work waits for no one, so cold or not, I’m back down here. I’ve managed to get the novel over 10,000 words, which is a good first milestone (3 months to do that is too long, granted, but I can’t complain too much about the pace when it is mostly in my control). Happy about that at least. And with some luck, this current cold spell won’t last much longer.

Hope everyone out there is staying safe and healthy!