Sunday, May 18, 2008
the photo from a sunny day, not at all today
I mean, I know I shouldn't go about thinking I can tell mother nature her business,
it is April showers bring May flowers
not rain in May keeps drought away
still the rain is good for the flowers (as long as it doesn't start getting marshy), the planted ones that is, the three currently sitting on my porch, not so much. We are out of manure, and gardening soil, Bob said he would buy some yesterday, but then it started raining, and he said he wasn't going to be hauling around wet sh*t. As it is raining again today, I know I will be facing the same excuse. Sun tomorrow?
I am very pleased that some writing snuck up on me last night. I was locking the doors and double, triple, checking them before bed (as usual), and I suddenly had a sense memory from childhood. I decided I would add this to the story (changing the memory), so I jotted it down. Then when I woke this morning, fully planning to go back to sleep, my mind started joyfully mucking about with the idea, and it expanded. So now I have several pages, so far springing from the locking of doors, or of not (haven't gone into writing what his sense memory is yet), and it lends itself to being included near the beginning of the story, and then something happens shortly after the part I am writing now (which is past the hub of the major climax), and also has implications in what happens at the end. And the whole thing lends itself well to metaphor in the story. So aside from the hour and half more of sleep I thought I needed, I am happy. I love it when something suddenly occurs to me, from a seemingly random act, and then works its way into the story, weaving itself in fully, and it feels like it was always supposed to be there, like it always was there, "how did I not see this yesterday?".