One of you wrote me last…

One of you wrote me last night and told me how much he liked the writing in the last few journal entries, when I was talking about rain. He wanted to see more of it. I wish I could promise you that, but I don't know that I can produce beauty on command. Beauty, or complexity or deep thought...oh, maybe, if I spent a lot of time on these entries and made them a priority, an example of my best writing. But I fear they would then quickly become an obligation, and then a chore (as so much of my work is feeling these days, even though I love it), and then I'd be dreading them. As is, I already feel a little guilty when I have nothing interesting to say...

So I think they'll remain what they are, an open, ongoing letter to my readers and friends, and hopefully some of you will continue to find something of worth even in the minutiae of my life...and perhaps occasional beauty or deep thought.

It's still early, but I've been up for a while. The rain woke me; pounding hard outside my window. I woke slowly, from a strange dream of murders and book promotions, into a very dark room and thundering. It was cold, yet still warm under the covers, so I reached out and picked up the phone and called Roshani. We talked for an hour, curled in our respective cocoons of blankets -- I'm so glad that Fridays start a little later this semester. Then a long, hot shower, and here I sit drinking my tea in a pale green dress and hiking boots with a dark blue towel piled high on my head; a rather silly sight, but warm and comfortable and happy. The semester is starting to wind up; the end is in sight, and I am so glad. Just a few more things to push through...

Tonight I go to a party at Romantasy; I'm modelling an outfit for them and having dinner with my friend Steve beforehand. That should be fun. Tomorrow, Lydia's children's birthday party (I got them the Harper Hall trilogy, by Anne McCaffrey (hope they don't already have it)) and a lip gloss each (Candy Cane and Bubblegum flavors). I have the odddest feeling that this is remarkably similar to what I gave them last year. Sunday, I catch up on work. (Saturday morning too, I think). Oh, and of course Saturday night is that Cincinnati show. (I now have no idea how to spell that city. Dale corrected me but I didn't keep the correction. Oh well. Apologies to the natives).

Have a good Friday, my dears, and a lovely weekend. The rain has stopped, and the sun is shining down on a new-washed world. Soon Cliff will be awake and I can practice without disturbing him. Roshani tells me it's snowing in Chicago; I'm surprised to find that I miss it, just a little.

9:20. Correction; Cincinnati is Q102, 6 a.m. my time next Wednesday. Saturday night at roughly 10:30 p.m. is Bakersfield, station KGEO. My confusion; sorry.