Vigorous Weather
Here on the South Coast, it snows little. It rains, but there are seldom downpours. Rather, it mists upon us for days and days. No golf-ball hailstones, no twisters tearing off barn roofs, or ravaging Trailer Parks.
In summer, there are no droughts, no forty-degree heat waves, or thunderstorms, lighting up the sky and sparking forest fires.
Ambiguous I call it.
Today is a perfect example. The grey sky releases a few flakes of the white stuff.
Flurries.
A word we hear often this time of year, even when they do not appear as predicted.
When I lived in Mexico, the sun was a furnace. We bundled up the kids when they went out to play in 21ºC temperatures.
The rain fell in litre pails and stopped traffic... daily in the rainy season.
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I have decided on the two short stories I will submit, with many thanks to all the members of my writer’s group who went through them and helped me decide which of the 15 to send.
It is a good thing they liked the first one and thought it a good story for, as it was, it came back a bloodbath from the critiquing. Imagine if they hadn’t liked it!
I will submit one dramatic story, and one funny one for contrast. They are super-short and will amount to about the 20 requested pages.
Though I plan to spend my time revising, I have two more stories running through my mind. Soon they will be enough for a book. ☺
Edit, edit, edit.
Revise, revise, revise.
Have fun all.
jaw
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Vigorous Weather??
Jaw, you know I visiting your part of the world, on the coast. You guys have it easy. You don't know what winter is all about, unless of course, you have lived in a cold climate. The way you describe the heat in Mexico, like a hot box, funny Jaw.
I spent a month on the coast, every day feeling as though, I had got on a plane, to a much more tropical place. Vancouver, was like going south. It took me awhile to get use to the difference in elevation, but when I got my sea legs, I was running like a deer, through the green grass, staring into clear, clean water. Not once did I see garbage, or a dead bird, or fish on the shore. I wrote some thoughts into the sand, with a stick. Things that meant a lot to me.
To say it was wonderful, is downplaying the difference in climate.
I welcomed those foggy, mornings, a mist laying over the water. Not one morning did I have to don a heavy coat, or my winter running gear. To say I liked it there, would be an exaggeration, lets just say, I loved it.
I didn't want to wear out my welcome, having spent the time with friends. They were gracious with their home offering to me.
I loved your part of British Columbia, Sir Jaw.
You guys got it easy!!!!
Yesterday, I went running in ten below, with the lake effect and wind chill effect, try twenty five below. My face was burning from the cold, and my eye balls felt like cold melon balls. A guy past me in a big parka coat, running downhill. I think he was just trying to get warm?
Happy writing trails.......keep up the great work.
Are you going to be doing a stage presentation, any time soon?
I get butterflies, just thinking of it.
Excitement, in a writer's day.
Airlover.
Re: Edit, revise, edit...
You've probably heard it before but just in case you haven't - from Oscar Wilde:
"I was working on the proof of one of my poems all the morning, and took out a comma. In the afternoon I put it back again."