Notes - writing out /

         Mid-morning. Lightning and thunder set the day with a gray, slightly greenish tinted sky looks ominous; certainly enough to keep Jadah under the bed. You’ve had breakfast and read the paper. Carol has been talking to Mary Lou who called about a half hour ago while she was making her breakfast. – Amorella

         0847 hours. I like the lightning and thunder. Both can be impressive depending on how near or far. Where we live if the thunder comes from the north in rumbles towards the east, I assume along the Little Miami River Valley. It doesn’t have to be loud to be dramatic. Sometimes it sounds like a slow moving and ghostly freight train making its way south to the Ohio River and beyond. – I think it is going to be a lazy day. Carol is going to do some wash, the dishwasher is already on, and we both have on sweatshirts and sweatpants and slippers even though the temperature in the house is sixty-nine. Now it is just rain; the thunder has passed on through to the east. Jadah is still under the bed. (0911)

         Mid-afternoon. You are taking a break from editing, as you are half finished with chapter thirteen. Carol is on page 238 of On the Run. You had lunch at Panera/Chipotle and while it is cloudy and muggy at the far north end of Pine Hill Lakes Park it is still pleasant enough, particularly with the sunroof back and the front windows down on the Honda. A lot more leaves are out along the Muddy Creek Branch from the dammed lakes, flowing north and then northeast into the Little Miami River flowing south to the Ohio and on to the Mississippi down to the Gulf and the Gulf stream into the Atlantic and up the east coast and over to Ireland, Scotland, Wales and England. Water makes its natural way. Each makes her or his own path but you would rather write yours out. – Amorella

         1608 hours. Everyone has her or his own path. Just last week I was excited about the Thunder concept and myth but today it is like last week’s news, something useful for story purposes perhaps, but not so much as it might be. Who knows? Working on these books and blog is pretty much like that water molecule moving from right here in Mason all the way over to the British Isles and I suppose the Channel too, me picking up words and dropping them off along the way.

         You are home as the showers are beginning and thunderstorms tonight or so it appears to the forecasters. Post. - Amorella