Writing Blood and Whisky in the Sunroom The soft crackle of the fireplace blends with the rhythmic tapping of my keyboard. I sit comfortably in my sunroom, a steaming cup of coffee on the table and a perfectly toasted bagel within reach. Outside, thick, lazy snowflakes drift from the sky, painting the world in shades of winter wonder. The curtains are drawn just enough to frame the snowfall, each flake so large and distinct that it feels like nature itself is showing off. Writing in this cozy space feels like pure magic. The warmth from the fire contrasts the chill … Continue reading →