It felt weird this morning when I had the pups out, just as the sun was supposed to be coming up, like something was impending. If I was where I grew up, I could count on a heavy storm in a few hours, but not here. It’s taken a long time to get used to the fickle nature of the weather where I live right now, and reading the weather from the feel of the air is a lot harder here. Probably because I didn’t grow up here. In any case, it feels like rain, but I don’t think we’re going to get any. That violent spring storm impinging on my senses is going to wimp out as soon as it hits the mountains, and we won’t get nothing. You watch.
And if I’m talking about the weather, then you know nothing much is going on right now in my office. I’m actually starting to work on the world book, which I think is scheduled for a 2011 release. Not sure, so don’t quote me. I’m looking forward to this as I can play with a new set of tools and still tell a story. Variety. I hate to get bored.
I hope the weather is kind to you all today. It’s funky out there . . .