Snow and its effect on writing

It's snowing today. A steady stream of white that blankets the world in crisp cold sheets. It is the perfect day to write. A steaming cup of cocoa laced with amaretto or rum, a bowl of freshly popped popcorn (the homemade on the stove kind, not that chemical aftertaste microwave crap), and a cozy spot by the window with a wireless laptop and a soft snuggly blanket is a recipe for a good story.

So what's the problem? I'm supposed to be working. I have a real job, you see, and I work at home most of the time. Today is one of those work at home days. But I don't feel like working. I feel like writing a steamy story.

Snow has that effect. It doesn't just spin cars off the road, but it has a way of spinning me off track too. But, then again, I get distracted easily. See, here's the other issue. I'm a little horny. And I have a hard time writing stories about sex when I'm horny. It's a strange problem to have. I'm sure you're thinking, "well then take care of it and get on with the story writing!" I know, I know. And I could. But I'm feeling a little masochistic right now too, so I'm denying myself that little release until I've gotten some work done. It's a vicious cycle.