Whee!

I was not here yesterday because I was driving to Tucson! Saw the most wonderful, extraordinary light show (huge thunderstorm, almost all of it in the distance behind a big black brooding cloudbank) as we drove from Phoenix south, but didn't actually hit rain until Tucson itself. It is warm and muggy (more storms promised this afternoon) but there is the niftiest flora outside (all of it prickly but all of it scenic). I am going to read the 137 emails I got yesterday, then go to work on more revisions.

I am in a foreign place! This is cool.

And The Slouch Goes On...

...doubtless to the tune of "The Beat Goes On."

One hundred sixty one pages, 34,400 words. This is not my favorite chapter; many things had to happen. They all did. It does what it has to do, carrying the water of miles and time. Sometimes that's a chapter's destiny.