While everyone else is hunkered down, worried about a virus, I've found it perfect 'writing weather.' I just finished and published a romance story on November 16th, and I'm already 19,000 words into my next novel. I have a 'writing bug' that won't let me go. As my wife tells me, there are things I could be doing that are worse. Of course, I always wonder how she knows those things? My father always told me, 'Remember, life is short, and then you die. Make the best of the time you have, while you have it.'