Snow snow snow!

Well we're snowed in. I could drive if I wanted to risk smashing into someone or them smashing into me, but I think I'll not push my luck. The Lady is never very kind to me.
So I guess it gives me more time to write. I have been writing a bit of Belmonte. I need to change his name really. The only reason he became Detective Belmonte was because Béa's surname was the first that came to me when I tried to think of a French surname. I could call him Beaumont or something but then I'd think of my friend Neil. Hmmm something to think about. He will remain Belmonte for the moment. I'll need to write out the plot at some point. It gets jumbled in my head with everything else.
I sent off 'Spiders' to a flash fiction competition. I don't hold out much hope but I may as well try. It was £3 to enter. All of these competition entries cost money so I need to find work to sustain it, pity no-one will employ me.
Hmmm let's go back to Aunt Beth. I think we got to 'She was just being Aunt Beth.'.

A man entered the room and stepped up onto the low stage at the front of the theatre. A flutter of giggles went around the room.
"He is hot hot hot!" Katherine who was sitting next to me whispered.
I nodded in agreement. "What do you think, Aunt Beth?" I asked and turned towards her.
She didn't reply. She was staring at the man as if she'd seen a ghost (kill this cliche! - ignore when I do this, it means I want to change the sentence later... which obviously I can't really do as you're reading as I'm writing it).
"Aunt Beth?" I prodded her arm with my pen.
"Hmm?" she turned towards me. "Sorry?"
"Are you okay?"
"Fine!" she said quickly. "Just thought I knew him from somewhere."
The man on the stage clapped his hands and Aunt Beth snapped back to watch him (Change!).
"Right, ladies and gents." he grinned round at the room, looking at little bemused at all the giggling. "I'm Michael O'Neil and I'm your tutor this year."
"Oh my God, he's Irish," Katherine murmured, mock fanning her face with her notebook. I giggled and Aunt Beth shot me a dirty look.
"Listen to the man, Elizabeth!" she hissed.
I grinned at her and rolled my eyes then settled back into my seat to listen. Katherine had scribbled his name on her notebook and drawn a huge love heart round it. She sniggered and winked when she saw me looking at it. That was typical of Katherine. She'd only seen the man for a minute and already she was planning a way to get him.

Right, that'll do for that story for today as I'm running out of steam with it. Perhaps it'll grow a nice pair of legs and run away with itself, but maybe not.
I should write for a few hours at least a day, but I'm finding it hard to do that. So many distractions and things I need/want to do stop me. I should write at night when my brain is most active really. During the day, I always need to do things like feeding/cleaning the rabbits, cleaning the house, walking the dogs, etc. I've started walking the dogs in the afternoon it's too cold for Dan to walk them at night. Plus I figure the last thing he wants is to come home then go out for a walk in the cold again.
Any way, I'll get on with things.