It is truly amazing how little snow it takes to totally paralyze a city like Dallas. Chicago would be embarrassed to death at having to close school down on a sunshiny day with less than a foot of snow on the ground. But Dallas likes to build major roadways up into the air so freezing air can hit the underside as well as the upper side of roads that, once shut down by a hideous three-car five-death accident on sheets of super-slippery ice, totally prohibits movement from one side of the metroplex to the other.
I have considerable pain from my arthritis, and I am shut down most of the time anyway. But with the city closed around me, there is not much left to do but sit and write and make fun of southerners who can’t drive on snow because they don’t realize that speeds below seventy miles-per-hour do exist in the real world. I have had time to further work on the final edit of my novel, The Bicycle-Wheel Genius. I also had time to submit my novel Magical Miss Morgan to the Chanticleer Book Reviews’ YA novel-writing contest called the Dante Rossetti Awards for Young Adult Fiction.
I don’t have a head full of straw and really believe I am going to walk away with a top prize. But I did enter this contest before with Snow Babies, and that book made it into the final round. It will help my manuscript get published. Who knows? I may score something bigger than an Indie publisher this time around. Maybe I can get an agent. (Okay, there’s a little straw in there. I will have to clean more carefully next time.)
But old, broken, bed-ridden me with nothing but time to lay around and fiddle with the computer am definitely making good use of my snow day. I took pictures of the snow. I walked the dog in it. And I didn’t have to drive to any schools or school events. Hot dang! What a fine life.