Years
ago, I lived near the excitement and chaos of New York City--close
enough to train in for an opera or play. The speed of life was fast
there, even though our home was in the suburbs. A family change brought
us all to a remote village in northern New England. I loved the idea
of calming down, working on my next novel, and trying life in the "real"
country.
I thought I'd be bored. To my surprise, I fell in love with it.
Winter
where I live now is the "holiday postcard" type--deep snow, fierce
winds, blue chilly skies, and staying indoors except for snowshoeing and
skiing. Winter is a force to surrender to, not fight. When the plow
doesn't clear your road for hours after a storm, you adjust your plans.
