raking pine needles
clearing a path for water--
too optimistic?
And yet: according to the latest predictions (or wishful guesswork), we are to have rain this winter. And lots of it.
Has anybody seen pictures/videos of the mess on Interstate 5 last Thursday (10/15) caused by a short-but-very-heavy rainstorm on fire-stripped mountainsides? This is what I am afraid of.
If I thought my desires had power, I would be very careful about what I wish for. Since I know that the weather is really controlled by angels doing laundry, divine woolly sheep, bags of wind, and the like, I will simply have to face whatever mood the airs are in and deal appropriately.
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Yay, a story is happening in my present notebook! I do not know what to attribute this too, except that my expectations are low, but I put pen to paper, and words are just flowing out. I may have written myself into a corner already, but guess what:
It doesn't matter.
I just want to find out what happens next. And I'm really living the "first drafts are garbage" philosophy. Perfection really hasn't been very helpful up to now. I'm just...seeing a story.
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