Well, it has started raining–just before I could get my chair set up and open my legal pad to where I left off yesterday.
Sorry, but I just can’t do this kind of work indoors. For me to write it, I have to be able to see it, hear it, touch it–all in my mind, of course. I can’t do that indoors, it just won’t work for me.
Hot dog, here comes the thunder. I think I’ll go out and have a cigar… and think. It doesn’t hurt to stop and think about the story that I’m writing.
Back in a bit.