By Gayle Lynds It’s seven degrees here in Maine. Snow blankets the forest. Squirrels are hiding in their nests. Deer, foxes, and porcupines are out of sight, too, keeping warm, I hope. I step outdoors, and my nose turns red. My lips are so cold  Oh, my goodness, winter is HERE. I have writer friends … Continue reading ASK THE ROGUES: What’s a writer to do in winter?