Snowbound in Hotlanta

This is what the poor tiki torch on our deck looked like last night when Atlanta got slammed with a rare winter storm. We measured 5.5 inches of snowfall at our house. Granted, we’ve been in far worse when we lived in the Maryland / D.C. area a few years ago—two feet, to be exact. But seeing snow in Atlanta is pretty strange. I once went through an entire winter here wearing flip flops. No, really! Fashion faux pas, sure, but it was balmy and I was comfortable.

No flip flops for me this week, but I’m not complaining. Being snowed-in just gives me an excuse to concentrate on re-writes. I’m tackling Arcadia Bell book 2 right now, trying to polish it up before my editor opens the file. I’m also simultaneously working out the plots to books 3 & 4  in my head. AND I think I’ve finally hit on a unique YA concept. My brain’s a little busy right now. So I hope the snow stays a few more days as predicted. As long as I don’t lose power…