Punxsutawney Phil saw his shadow - predicting six more weeks of winter! How he could see his shadow with not a stitch of sunshine is infinitely beyond me, but there you have it. I think in fact, Phil is really having delusions and sees monsters around every turn, because I’ve never had a winter end in Michigan until well into April. I would be darned PLEASED to only have six more weeks—pretty sure though, that he saw something scarier than that darned shadow…
And you know what I never noticed before just now? Phil looks rather like a wombat. I think it’s possible he is an imposter and surely is responsible for global warming (other than what’s caused by all these giant carbon footprints, I mean). And if he is in fact a wombat, no WONDER he’s going back in his burrow! Wombats are used to a nice WARM country. I’d cuddle back into bed too at such a shock to my system!
This lovely group is (a subset: 5/13 or some such thing, of) my writing group, as any readers who’ve been following for a while know. We are four score blondes, brunettes and red-heads between the ages of 16 and 19 ½, who have been working on our writing careers and providing friendship and support for a couple years now. In fact if memory serves… I think it was spring of 2007 when I first officially joined and my four chapters that had taken me six months to write suddenly began to grow by a couple a month.
The Burrow has a couple members who’ve become less active of late, and I miss the camaraderie we most recently enjoyed about NaNoWriMo time, but one has had a medical thing, one’s had a family thing, and one has a bluddy thesis thing and is perhaps neglecting her digressions as well as her burrowing. But we are still a unit… this is my family, and that is how it goes sometimes.
*sends out recuperative back-to-writing mojo*
But what are we doing?
BURROWING!
So please, pop on over to the Burrow and check out our February Feature. There is a new Drabble for every day this month!