Frozen Hands

They won’t warm up, my hands, no they won’t. And that is troublesome becuase it makes playing piano hard. My hands are numb, my fingers are stiff, and my new decade’s resolution of playing the piano daily for at least one hour is becoming jeopardized. I haven’t broken my resolution yet, but I hope the temperature goes up, for my mits’ sake.

In other news, my writing is going well. Yesterday I wrote well into the night, and today I wrote some more. There is some editing necessary but my project is going well, and I have produced a couple of shorts as well. They might come in handy sometime.

Cheers.

Posted in My Reality, Writing