So I just have to say…I’m finding the TV news reports of the snowstorm in Washington D.C. this weekend a little eerie. The book I’ve been working on for the past six months — the scene I was revising Friday night, in particular — focuses on a record snowstorm that shuts down a D.C. airport.
From Chapter 9…
"What you’re suggesting should be impossible. But…" He glanced out the window, where a million huge, feathery snowflakes swirled in the runway lights. It looked as if giants were having a pillow fight on the tarmac. Then he turned back to the terminal, where the only other person awake was a woman giving herself a manicure in the corner. “If ever there were a time when it might — just might — be possible, I’d say that time is right now.”
If anything else in this book comes true, I’m going to have to be very careful about what I write. I’ll also be taking orders for subplots (a Twitter friend has already asked that I write her a nice lottery-winning scene). In the mean time, if you’re looking for me, I’ll be online checking out photos of snowed-in airports. Now I don’t have to settle for just imagining the details any more.