Words, words, words. Normally you would post a photo today. A photo of some place you'd been, some place you'd lived, some place you found beauty or pattern or shape or color.
But today is a day for words.
Today you will finish a draft of a third novel. It's a good novel, a funny novel. It is not finished yet, but it's getting there.
And you want to finish it, so today is a day for words.
You will sit at your desk, working in twenty-minute spurts until the bus comes delivering the gingerbread boys, and you must stop. You will sit, rewriting the ending, deleting and adding and tweaking as the snow comes down outside, swirling through the treetops, landing on pillows of snow.
And all will be well, for the end is near.