Now, you would think that a snow day would be a writer's best friend. Stuck in the house, the outside world comes to a standstill and you are left alone with a pot of coffee, a laptop and a wealth of ideas just waiting to be born. Sounds great, right? Wrong!
The expectations are too much. Sure, I was still working my day job from home, but I could have easily used some of the time to write or edit a couple of things. Did I? Nope. I checked my email. I re-checked my email. I updated my Facebook status. I updated it again. I tried to watch television. I played Farkle. I took a nap. I did the dishes. I walked the dogs. I walked the dogs again. I stared out the window. I watched birds on the ledge. I watched a squirrel hit a patch of ice and slide down a tree.
I think I'm stir crazy, and I've only been in the house for one day. The irony is that I usually love nesting. I could not leave the house for days and be perfectly fine. Not this time.