When ever it rains, as it did last night, (yeah I know, it is still the middle of winter IN Chigago, but what can you do?) I cant help but think about writing. Of course, I hardly ever get around to doing the actual writing itself, but I have my best thinks when it rains.
So what were my thoughts last night? Hrm, its not like I remember! I slept early, lulled by the sweet pittering persipitation, after having played all day like a giddy ten year old school girl who has snuck into her mother's makeup. Christ on a crutch, Im a twenty-something woman who has just discovered the joy of being feminine, you know, wearing makeup and flatering clothes.
My family is shocked.
But I digress, I am talking about the rain. I love rain. Sometimes I think I would love the Northwest, settle down in Vancouver, or something, but damn I love my beautiful rolling cornfields. No, central Illinois is NOT flat, thats what my unproductive years at University tought me, and yes, that is where I want to return. Me, the city girl. Id go commune with cows, and get rained on.
Gah, Im lying, I know what I thought about last night. I have been writing this one particual piece of fanfic for about two years, and have about 200 words, and when ever I look at it, I remember why I dont write for a living. You see its raining in the story, and all I can think about is what... damn I love you, blog... /me hugs her blog
I have some writing to do... I had a brainstorm.
3 comments:
No cow communing for you...if you think I'm letting you escape my clutches, you're crazy.
Unless, of course, we want to buy a little farmhouse somewhere where the munchkin can exhaust herself in the fields.
Rawk on.
dude... I have one word for you, commune.
You know that makes as much sense as pickled pork knuckles. Im going to start a commune, I say, with cows, and apple orchards, and orchids, and wheat. Maybe bees too.
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