We’re both sitting here at our computers staring, not at the screens, but out the window. Blizzard Nemo is approaching and we are waiting for the first snowflakes to begin falling.
Ironically, we have just started a new book (Time’s Warriors, #5 in the Time’s Edge science fiction series) which opens with a big snow storm. Our hero is standing up to his knees in snow trying to prevent two other characters from killing each other. (It’s been a long, dark winter on the planet where they are.)
We are experiencing a strange sense of deja vu. Why do we have the feeling this is going to be us in a few hours?