‘Fraid not. All is quiet, as one would expect in the belly of winter. I’m busy at work on my next book, and busy at work converting my shed to a writing studio. Neighbors threaten to teach me ice skating on the frozen lake at the end of our street, but I resist. I’d rather sled.
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