This morning, snuggling between two heavy blankets, I woke up to the icy rain splashing outside my window. Ordinarily, Saturday mornings called for some piping-hot French Toast and OJ instead of cereal. Today, however, called for some hot chocolate and bread. And, yes, I mean, Mexican hot chocolate and pan dulce.
Boy, that sounded so good. That's would've warmed me up, for sure!
But, sadly, there was no chocolate, and I wasn't gonna get out on road to pick some up either. So, I had cereal for breakfast...again.
I didn't really have any plans for today; didn't have any money; didn't have any gas to go anywhere. So that pretty much summed up all my plans.
Since I was staying home on this soothing, rainy day, I figured it was a great time to start writing a third book.
I fished out the outlines I began years ago and started composing some rough drafts. I always start my first rough draft in pen, not pencil, pen. Pencil usually fades after some time, and I then I can't read my own damn writing. So, I write in pen. And not a red pen either 'cause they tend to bleed through the page. It's gotta be a blue or black pen. Sounds ridiculous, I know, but it's how I write.