Another day of playing.
Wind has been blowing a cold breeze all weekend to keeping us tucked in our warmest clothes, though I am pretty sure our heater does work. Writing came and went like all fleeting thoughts as my son beckons me to play. I always favor him over writing. OK, most of the time. There are those moments where I just had a great idea for a plot line and need to get it on paper before I forget (and I do forget often), but he is very persistent.
In the end, he wins and I have to come up with a different plot line to the book. It takes longer to write but it's worth it. Oh, and the fireplace I mentioned in the first blog doesn't exists. Somehow I think having one would just make the house colder. When we used to live in a house that had one, I had forgotten to close that flap inside the chimney more times than I care to remember. And smoked out the house when I forgot to reopen it before starting a fire. So goes life.
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About the Author
Adam Santo is a SciFi/Fantasy writer who enjoys the quiet moments to write stories. His debut novel, Temperature: Dead and Rising, took the world for a ride they would soon not forget. Santo began plotting out the second paperback novel, Temperature: Bitter Cold, before the ink dried on his first book. Santo continues to write nonstop because he knows there is always a story waiting to get out.