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It’s a great day for writing.  Woke to thunder and lightning, and then the deluge.  A stormy, rainy day, dark and drear.  I’ve always loved days like this.  The sound of the rain has always been a comforting sound for me.  I’m not always as fond of storms, but this morning it was a good sign.  I’m writing a scene with Mistral today.  Mistral is a French word for wind, or a particular kind of wind.  Some of you may remember him from the end of the last Merry book, Seduced by Moonlight.  He is the master of storms, a sky god, stripped of most of his power.  The scene for today sees him coming back into some of that lost power, in the midst of a storm.  I’m planning on writing about lightning and thunder and rain and wind; and I wake up to three out of four.  It’s a fairly still day.  The rain coming mostly straight down in heavy sheets.  The dogs were soaked when they came back inside from the yard.
A good day to stay inside and write.  A bad day for the commute to an outside the house job.  The morning radio was full of accidents.  St. Louis gets a lot of weather, but still most of the people try to drive the speed limit in the rain.  You’ve got to slow down in the rain.  It’s slippery.  Everybody stay safe out there.
Gotta go.  I have a storm to write.  Making love by the flash of lightning, so that your bodies go in and out of focus, and what is shadow and what is light, changes magically, constantly.  Until you’re not sure what you’re really seeing, and what is only imagination.