Looks like the infamous Puxatawny Phil saw his shadow, which means more weeks of winter. The truth is, though, our winter here at Boston has been so freakishly mild! Hardly any snow, which is so sad. I believe in seasons.

And a season is coming to an end – the season of writing the book that would not be finished! I thought I’d finish WHEN YOU LEAVE months, even over a year ago. Then I started writing in earnest and the story started coming together. I truly believed I’d finish it by my birthday – which is this Sunday. What a great present! But I don’t think that’s going to happen. Probably two more weeks until I send it to my agent and start my next project. So the writing ground hog saw his shadow to, and that means a few more weeks of writing.