Literally, in the fog. I love fog. It reminds me of The Fog by Stephen King. And spooky stuff. Vampires, and things that go bump in the night. I’m writing about being in the Costa Rican rainforest right now, hot, muggy, buggy, but if I wasn’t, I’d slip into one of my vampire novels instead. 🙂
See what happens when I have a window to look out while I’m writing? I have fog on the brain. Literally.
My writing is really clear. At least, I think it is. Over halfway done with writing Jaguar Pride and I’ve got to get my head out of the fog and write. Seriously!
Do you like foggy days? If you don’t have to drive in it???
Terry
“Giving new meaning to the term alpha male!”
www.terryspear.com
Love fog!! I’m moving in with you lol. Love the gate. Beautiful!
LOL, we had it yesterday all day, too. It clung to the whole area, the house, everything. Loved it. Today it’s just really, really thick. The wrought iron makes it appear even more ghostly, I think! 🙂
Definitely. 🙂
Greetings from the professor. Indeed foggy surroundings give that eerie unknown feeling yet at the same time an unsettling cozy sets in. Hmm. The professor’s home comes to mind.
Greetings, Prof, from the world of fog. I agree–it’s eerie, and at the same time, comforting. Like a damp blanket. 🙂
It’s also like the professor’s mind, you know.
We don’t have fog that often here but when we do its really eerie. You get up in the morning and look out your window and the familiar things aren’t there. Little by little a tree appears then another and your world comes into focus again. Being in the country without even street lights its really scary at night. Deer run into the roads. Would be nice to think one of the Silver boys would thumb a ride lol.
LOL, Pam, and the Silver boys wouldn’t have to look for another wolf at all, would they! 🙂 We don’t have fog here very often either and I love to capture it when we do. I especially like it when it’s so dense, I can barely see my neighbors’ homes. 🙂 Nice and spooky.
LOL, professor! And here I thought it was only the students who were lost in the dense fog of the teacher’s brilliance.
I wish it were that way, you know. But what can I do about it?