I think it is safe for me to say I don’t have enough books. I have a LOT of books, but I don’t have anywhere near enough of them. I have at least eight on my Yuletide gift list and am certain to see some more very soon.
Why is it, the weather always follows my writing? No matter where I am in a particular project, no matter what season a scene is set in which I am knee deep redrafting, the weather always manages to match my writing.