Hello whoever out there is reading this today!
I missed my offline day this past weekend and I am missing it. I am also fighting some glitchy wi-fi.
In my head and through my keyboard I am making progress on the first draft of a short noir-ish crime story set on the Pacific coast – in which the cool rain does not stop falling until the very last “scene.” I hope this first draft will be completed by the end of the week, last night I wrote the climatic scene and now I only need to write the denouement. I was surprised at the end of the last paragraph I wrote last night – someone got thrown out a door in a moment of inspiration. I’m not sure what this does to my plot, but I do know the character is now getting rained on.
Whereas outside my window it is 35 Celcius, sunny, and only getting hotter – a heat warning in effect for the next three days.
I am looking forward to picking up some fresh nectarines from the local fruit stands soon.
I spent some time in July camping – before camp-fire bans went into effect for the season – I hoped to write a poem a day as a sort of record of the trip. It didn’t work out particularly well, but here is a short one I can share.
Why do I smell smoke
that’s not good
little girl shames
my lack of fire-starting ability
as she passes by
I tell myself this wood is damp
and I would do much better if I had thought to bring a hatchet
if I had some kindling
and better matches
maybe I should have just
asked her to do it.