The Storyrain Blog

Lovely kind of rain this morning, beading everything with light; temp around 45, and didn't feel too too cold. I would have loved to be able to go for a long walk with my camera, but alas, I am here at le dayjob. I can't hear the rain, or smell it, but at least we have a window.

While I'm not a fan of resolutions I did think of something I really want to work on in the coming year: not being sad--or feeling left out of the club in which I was supposed to be--that I'm not one of those writers, even after so long (and though I'm apparently a pretty good writer), who can say "my agent" or "my editor." I don't want to ruin my day that way every other week anymore. I'd like to do this without having to give up reading blogs and tweets.

Other than that, two other thoughts with which I'd like to go into the new year: Keep writing with my heart, mind, and spirit fully engaged. Live with love and humor as much as I can. 

Pretty walk up from the bus stop to work with the rain poppling on my umbrella and the glazed streets and sidewalks. The trees all seemed happy, their bark full of color.

Now if only my freaking body would start working again.

sigh.

Sula kitty report: vet thinks it's probably either irritable bowel thingy, or, possibly, a tumor. We're trying some stuff, and will do an ultrasound early next week, and will see. I have anti-nausea meds, a probiotic, and am picking up an antibiotic later this afternoon. She got more fluids, too.

In other news, rain! So much yay! It is apocalyptically heavy heavy, flooding rain. Drove home from vet w/Sula in it; very exciting. Now she's hiding away; Aristotle, not afraid of getting a little damp apparently, is watching it at the balcony screen door.

Feel bad for my neighbor who was going to have a big clothing swap/drinks/swimming b-day in the lofts pavilion and green space today. There's a big ole plastic pool out there in the downpour, and she and her b-friend are sitting huddled together in the pavilion with bags of clothes, twinkling xmas lights, and drink makings.

But not bad enough to wish it wasn't raining.

Happiness meme, Day 4 (yesterday) -

Afternoon spent with awesome women talking story, then eating fantastically good food and talking all kinds of things.
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Happiness meme, Day 5 -

Cuddling in warm bed (with cat) on cold morning.
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It is very grey out; oh universe, please send the rain.

An ode to one of my favorite things, this short film, While You Were Sleeping, and its soundtrack are a lovely and soothing three-minute respite. From the blog entry in which it's embedded:

The sound of a heavy rain is three-dimensional, the sum of millions of individual droplets, splashing to earth with surprising volume.

You know, if we could make all the animals really small, then maybe they could survive in the tiny patches of wilderness we're willing to cede them. World's smallest snake discovered.
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Apparently Otherwordly Maine is shipping ahead of the scheduled September release, 'cause I got an email from my sister-in-law saying she received hers. She reports that she liked my story very much, and felt right at home reading it, which makes sense, since the lake and woods in the story are based on the lake and woods where she and my brother live (and where I lived for a couple years).
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Temps in the triple digits last few days, and forecast that way for the week. Oh universe, please please, rain.

Rain this morning. Much rain, poppling on umbrella, making rivers of the streets. Sky so dark. Lovely.

Have resolved to be so personable at WFC that lack of programming will not hinder any self-promotionary efforts. Also, to make some kind of spiff self-promotion tool. Perhaps a free-with-purchase alternate book cover for my badly dressed but fantabulous novel, THE Z RADIANT. And maybe stickers or, golly, business cards. (though I need help with those because I've never liked any of my own efforts)

H said, very kindly, (and I paraphrase) 'that's like not programming the young Stephen King; they'll be sorry.'