Snowy Days and Facebook

Snow on the brain has limited my ambition to write anything new on the Chronicles. Instead it seems to fuel my need to hibernate. Some long ago ancestors in Scotland more than likely hunkered down in their smoky peat-heated cottages for the duration, going outside only when absolutely necessary. I know the feeling. Phil and Sam seem to be hibernating at the moment, although I'm trying to set a new story in snowy Portland. Murder at Legends...and there's a rare but heavy snowfall turning the streets impassable and the Pearl into a ghost town. Make use of what you have, right?
Still. I've been doodling about Facebook as well. I do play a game or two but mostly just check statuses of those I know...and obviously I "know" a lot of people :o) The little sidebar that says "People You May Know" is one of those examples of Six Degrees of Separation aka The Kevin Bacon Game. Because I have certain friends who are writers, I also could 'know' people like Lee Child, Tess Gerritsen, Harlen Coben, S.J. Rozan, and so on and so on. Now, I admit to meeting these excellent writers at a conference or workshop, but 'know' them? Do I 'friend'them? Don't have the courage. When it comes to celebrities, in the world of books or otherwise, I am a shy person...I admire from afar. I never expect someone famous to remember me, am shocked if they do, and not surprised when they don't. Still, it is interesting to see who appears on that Facebook list. Should I ever breach the barrier that leads to being published, I may take the plunge, but for now...
Back to the Carstairs...I'm still trying to ramp up tension between Phil and Sam...although I find it hard to make it natural, at least in the first chapter. Sam talked Phil into doing the job at the Bombay, so how can he be anti-Filli at this point? A few chapters later, perhaps, but in the opening scene? Back to the drawing board.