A bit more rain to prime the pump

I like rain in the morning, even knowing how much of it is going to end up in my basement. I like dark skies and thunder and the dog curled up at my feet, largely oblivious. I like the first of May, and the saturated greens of the grass and the trees viewed through rain-dappled windows. I like listening to NPR, at least for those fleeting hours before Diane Rehm comes on. Oh, and brown paper packages tied up with string ...

Which is my way of saying that I have nothing else to write about this morning. On the news it's all flash-flood warnings and swine flu precautions and Chrysler's collapse. Not much to say about that. I have a novel on a flash drive that will embarrass me if I send it to another agent and will embarrass me more if I don't. (One of the downsides of pretending to be a writer is that you're expected, occasionally, to provide some evidence of it.) But the rain precludes yard work and I've read all the news sites, so this will be a writing day. Or a rewriting day. And this is me warming up.

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Anonymous said…
Looks like you will have an awesome incentive if it snows!

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May 2, 2009 at 11:54 AM
Jessie K said…
Are you still sitting on your manuscript? C'mon man, pummel agencies with your greatness!
May 6, 2009 at 9:41 AM
Jessie K said…
Hey, what's up with the delay in posts? You gotta get back to McBloggin, dad!
May 14, 2009 at 11:52 AM
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