This is Thursday am, not Wednesday, but I’m working on learning my days of the week.  Honest.  Expect to have them down anytime now.

Lately I’m working on my bread and butter writing gigs more than my urban fantasy novel and must be missing the fun and whimsy of the fantasy writing.  When I walked past my minature winter village the other night, I could’ve sworn there was someone peeking out one of the windows.  A little face, pressed to the glass, and smiling out at the snow.

Given how idealic the village looks, it’s easy to imagine that the inhabits come out at night to to share songs in the village square or ice skate on the pond in the warm glow of lantern light.

More likely they’re stealing my fudge.