Way back when I was so much younger and believed in all sorts of odd ideas (most of which did not include white picket fences and 2.3 children…who would want only 1/3 of a child?) I came across ee cummings poem “In Just Spring” At that time I didn’t worry much about poetry analysis, I just enjoyed the sound of the words, the feel of them in my mouth.
Later he refers to “Puddle-wonderful” and we are taken to a time and place when children jumped into puddles and stomped through mud. Sometimes going back for another round, maybe using the puddle to clean off the mud.
Problem is I really don’t much like mud. I know we need moisture from the sky into the ground to help things grow, and to keep our aquifers up to safe levels. If only there weren’t so much MUD. I’d hunt up one of my OMG rain pictures since our rain can fall furiously. But I’m trying to remain positive. Fortunately here the wind comes along to help dry up that mud but in the meantime the dogs bring in clumps and slime on their furry feet.
However, when the rain does fall, the high desert bursts into glorious color, feeding my heart and soul with wildflower beauty. The rain also fills my holding tanks and makes it possible for me to have a garden, even after the aquifer under my well decided it just wasn’t feeling the love, and diverted to another area.
Yeah, BUMMER. So I haul water, and in the process story ideas have come a’knocking. Including a novella/short story which will be the link between My Killer My Love and the next Atrahasis book. Inspiration can come flying in from anywhere, can’t it?
In the meantime I’m also delving back into the third Stormhaven book. This time it’s Lana, Sydney’s sister, and Adam Roberts, who walked on stage in A Question of Faith
“Before he could go to the door, it opened and Devin stepped through, closely followed by another man, not as tall, and with a more wiry build. He copied Devin’s boot scraping on the inside rug then dropped his outer clothing on the entry bench. When they came closer, Ty heard a faint “click” and realized one of the man’s legs didn’t strike the floor with the same impact as his other. The man was underweight and pale, as if he spent more time inside than was healthy. When he sat, he shifted as if finding the least uncomfortable position. Devin stepped to one side long enough to pick up a stool to slide under the table”
In spite of his prosthetic leg, Roberts carried Rosalind out of the hell hole where she’d been kidnapped. He darned near stole the whole book, and poor Ty would have been on a longer story arc for his Happily Ever After. In A Question of Trust Roberts will be rescuing his own damsel, which will be super interesting since it is Sydney’s sister, who so far has been ‘that bitch who stole the horse.’
Ah, but why did she steal the horse? Isn’t answering that question what writing is all about?
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Kristen Weiss encouraged me to get back to blogging, to celebrate SPRING along with these other great authors…drop in when you have a moment or two.
Allyson Charles – Romance: https://www.allysoncharles.com/blog
Conniue di Marco – Mystery: http://www.conniedimarco.com/blog/
Gillian Baker – Mystery: http://gilianbaker.com/blog/
K.B. Owen – Historical Mystery: http://kbowenmysteries.com/blog
Layla Reyne – Romance: https://laylareyne.tumblr.com
Mona Karel – Romance: https://mona-karel.com/blog/
Misterio Press – Mystery: https://misteriopress.com
Shannon Esposito – Cozy Mystery: http://murderinparadise.com/blog-2/
Victoria De La O – Romance: http://www.victoriadelao.com/
Mona Karel Author 
I haven’t read ee cummings in a very long time. I’m going to have to go look him up again. And writing a disabled hero is brave (and hard). Kudos to you.
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Adam Roberts was a pleasure to write. He sees nothing unusual in dealing well with the radical changes in his life. And he understands Lana even when she doesn’t unusual
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Mudluscious!
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isn’t that a fabulous word
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