It was the worst of times and the best of.....something like that. January was a bitch of a month. NY got hit the way Dems do when they whine life isn't fair: a shit load of publicity falls on them from the Hollywood crowd and the liberal press. So the Big Apple got buried, again and again. Blame it on the Mayor, because it could have been another Katrina and the perfect politco would have prevented it. Snow.. in January. Go figure.
I'm actually not complaining as I'm up to my knees in snow, too. From my view, it is the perfect time to write, reflect, write some more. I'm hoping a book gets picked up soon by an agent. It's not necessarily a 'happy' story but it does offer a satisfying ending. The protagonist is on a quest for 'self' and thinks a vacation with her best friend will ease the angst. Unexpectedly, she's thrown into a middle-age crisis via an international terrorist plot. Will an American corporation pay big ransom bucks to bring home a wife of one of their up-and-comings? Whether they will or not, won't solve her problem. The price she pays for the undaunting experience is a fractured psyche. On her return home, she'll either mend or remain in a very safe, a mental hospital, where no one can get to her. Another journey she has to take by herself.
So January ends with the hint of spring on the horizon, a sunny day. Counting the weeks ahead then might hit the streets of New York if the Mayor has all the snow removed. Heard the labor union is taking a winter break...gotta love those Dem's and their work ethics.