It’s winter. There’s no escaping it. We had snowfall last night and there was much grumbling and complaining from the motorists this morning at having to defrost their windscreens. I don’t know why I love snow so much. I guess I just like the idea of being snowed-in, stuck indoors with family, rubbish television and tea. I think we have become less homely people in recent decades and there’s something strangely reminiscent about not being able to go out and having a lovely, roaring fire.
Of course, once I step out into the minus-figures temperature, I desperately yearn to sprout wings and fly south for the winter. My toes are freezing, even as I type. It would be nice to take myself off to the Maldives, to kick back on powder-white beaches and sip exotic cocktails until sunset.
The good thing about being bound to my home is that I have plenty of time to write, which is really what I should be doing. I have set a target of 2000 words today. It’s not much, but my head has just been elsewhere these past few days and I am finding it hard to sit down and just concentrate. I think I need to disconnect myself from the internet as it proves to be an enormous distraction for me. I find myself going to damnlol.com to look at funny pictures, browse Facebook for the hundredth time – only to read the same rotation of boring status updates. Then there is the Daily Mail – the most horrible newspaper ever to have gone into print. Ever. Yet I just can’t stop reading it because I find it difficult to believe that any publication could be so blatant in their bias.
I will sign off from the internet and get my head down to write! In a minute. Damnlol.com is calling me again!