Ball State Winter
Overzealous Old Man Winter pisses me off, and not just because I am constantly battling the ice for the sake of my unbruised ass-cheeks. The snow bothers me because most people stay inside. Sure, we'd all like to have a winter in Indiana that didn't require almost a foot of snow and unplowable roads, but that doesn't mean we should avoid the winter like a four-foot tall, elderly driver without ineffective eyeglasses.
Sorry grandmas and grandpas.
Quite frankly, I would love to build a big-ass snowman. However, such a feat cannot be overcome by one individual without him or her becoming ill. I guess a cliche is unavoidable here. When life gives you lemons . . .
I'll admit this isn't much of a blog. It is anything but informative. It's not even about literature. I, C.M. Humphries, would just like to encourage you to accept the snowfall, especially in Indiana, and embrace with the widest opened arms you can. Have fun, and before you can even think about it, spring will be here; then summer. Chin up; zipper up. Keep warm. Tell the snow you're in control, and make a ton of hot chocolate. Or coffee. Or both.
Fear, focus, and the future. C.M. Humphries talks about writing, horror, and whatever.